I love my studio. I love it. An oasis of calm. An escape. A room of my own, sort of. I’m using one arrangement and trying out various media to remind myself of how they ‘feel’. Yesterday I used marker pens, a first for me. Previously I used pencil and charcoal. Next up will probably…
Thinking about how, once you make a change it can become inconceivable that you could ever go back. My life is unrecognisable to when I started this blog and is can’t ever imagine reverting. Ever. How to define rebirth ? A big question given short shrift By me And others who should be enlarging this…
Mr Ant played Stitchopolis last night. Brilliant gig although I felt my age – the audience was the blue rinse brigade but quite literally!!
Once upon a time, in the world where poems rhyme and things work out all the time just fine, there was a girl who knew that things do fall askew Do not fit. One bit. Her friends went to balls Wore their shoes Went on dancing In halls of mirrors, used To boost the numbers…
A busy day thus far….a successful craft show where I sold a quilt (thanks Dilly), a load of blocks and some vintage books. I also saw some good friends too. Financially good but emotionally better. How lovely to meet fellow quilt nuts and feel among friends when admitting to stroking my quilts and not wanting…