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Country mouse
to big London. I used to do this Journey at least twice a week a couple of years ago. Then I got Parkinsons. Then I got made redundant (hmmmmm). Then I stopped hanging out on trains and so my blog posts got shorter and more arty. I will leave it to you to decide whether…
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Physics and art: in memorium
The really weird thing is I can never remember The day you left us for good. When mum died the day was stamped in my memory I may as well write it in blood . But you, you with your quietness, you slipping away from your mind Where did you go? Or is the real…
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Say it..
Sometimes flowers can say it all…these are special for so many reasons…the sketch is watercolour and felt tip pen…I have talked about flow in my previous blogs on stitch this. These flowers give me flow. Perhaps that’s why they call them flowers?!
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Olden days
I often start stories to my boys with the words “when I was a little girl…” And it’s true, I tend to hark back to good old days more and more now. but why? I mean, kids these days have so much. My two boys have their own bedrooms, they get to eat good food every…
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The cats meow – or, how I made a quilt
I am a great aunt. Not a ‘brilliant, super funny, laugh a minute’ great aunt, but a blade mantilla, pince nez, bath chair type of great aunt. And yesterday was my great neice’s first birthday. Now tHe first rule of quilters is ‘every baby needs a quilt’ and while a little tardy, I rose to…