You probably know I am in the throes of a massive house and life move….surrounded by packing cases, bags for the charity and mounds of laundry, I am contemplating life choices. Walk with me a while…

Apart from the obvious catalysts for these reflections, I came across my old school reports this week as I delved into hidden crevices and cupboards. Now some might cringe at those old, monochrome, unfocused snaps of our pre digital selves. No filters or finessing here. But me? I love them. I love trying to piece together the family history, match faces with legendary stories passed around at long ago family parties. And so, as I read the reports I noticed a strong pattern emerging. I was consistently praised for, encouraged to do and generally surpassed expectations in creative writing and art. And yet, I ended up studying maths, physics and chemistry ‘a’ levels along side art. And then I studied for a physics degree and THEN became a tax advisor.

I never lost my thirst for creativity, I just rechanneled it from oils, charcoal and inks into legislation, management processes and quantum mechanics. Whenever there was a received wisdom, I challenged it, turning it in its head, picking apart. While this was definitely very interesting and engaging, it didn’t always pay off professionally when the majority of my colleagues couldn’t see the point (for which read fee earning potential) of my explorations. But then….sometimes it takes a while for new ideas to bed down. I had a cohort of fellow early adopters and many of them now, years later, are reaping the benefit of being a forefront of a new development or idea. Me? I made the fatal mistake of not sticking around….I went on to the next creative opportunity, and then the next and the next. A personal choice not to stay to ‘farm’ that which I had hunted down. No wonder I look one proudly when my cat plays happily for hours chasing moths and other winged creatures only to give up with noted disgust when they are finally caught and stilled.

But back to that schoolgirl. Why did I go down the science route? Why did I not follow the creative? I remember trying to decide between physics and design. I Chose the challenge. I always have. And I am now going to be embarking on the biggest challenge of my life. A good choice but difficult. Perhaps i need to study my reports’ advice some more…

Calm : Storm

It’s quiet chez Stitich tonight. Boys in bed. OH out. Me, wrapped up in a quilt on the sofa, tippy typing. No telly. Just the sound of Lego coming from Elder’s eyrie. The calmness that will shatter tomorrow because it’s CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Younger has been a human alarm clock each morning, counting down the days until Father Christmas arriveth. I am too, tbh. Just in a more grumpy, tired grown up (groan up?!) way. I have a stack of wrapping to do but am just too tired : tomorrow night is traditionally a wrapping event Anyway.

This year has been interesting. I’ve learnt a lot about myself and others. I think I’ll just kick back and enjoy this Christmas. Self improvement, like all good things, can wait. Pass the Roses.

How many sleeps?

Tradition in stitch towers is that Christmas preparations only kick in after my birthday which is right at the end of November. However, this year, in the spirit of trying to be organised, we are starting a bit earlier. I say that, but really, I just went down to my local charity Emporium and found these beauties. Aren’t they gorgeous? Not sure whether they will make it onto our tree or be used in some kind of gift. I’m just enjoying them at the moment.







Hang out the washing… Christmas

Right, this year, I’m going to get organised about Christmas. I’ve spent some of this afternoon having some ideas about what I can make friends, presents for teacher, and how to use my stash up to make some interesting Christmas ideas for my Etsy shop. All I need to do now is sketch the work, test out a couple of prototypes, and then float a couple of examples to see what people think.

I am dare I say it quite excited. And it’s only September!

In other news, I have had a day of pain because my shoulder has gone and frozen again. When it does that, it is quite hard to move at all. Anyway, I have some very good Friends here because they got me on the move this morning. I am a lucky girl.


Take my breath away

I know that I am slightly weird about quilts. I feel so attached to them when they come to my door. However, this recent shipment has quite literally taken my breath away. Here are a a few initial pictures. I really don’t think I can sell the Schoolhouse one, it is absolutely gorgeous.









All mapped out

How are you all school holidays going? We are at the bitter end, full of wailing and gnashing of teeth. And that’s just me.

Here’s what’s saved my sanity this afternoon. After a hard morning playing in the park getting completely covered in mud, the boys came home and were fit for nothing but sitting in the living room and vegging out. Only, they get bored. So the answer ?

Wrapping paper city! Get an old bit of wrapping paper, turn it over, and draw your city. Hours of fun. Well, okay, minutes at least.

Do you like my quilt shop?! Elder made it on fire. Strange boy.



Key to it all

I made these for Other Half, personalised key rings. You can buy the blanks from your local stationers. Stamp your label onto your paper of choice. Et voila!!

These are named fairly cryptically so as to make them hard to trace should you lose them and an unsavoury type pick then up. And it was fun seeing if OH could decipher them. He did btw.