Back from 8 nights’ camping in North Devon with the children and Lovely Man and his son. Two tents, five pillows, three bodyboards, umpteen tent pegs. All crammed inside the car, speeding down the M5, eeking out Haribo. How to start a holiday… Here’s my take on it…. Capacity Your knee is in my back….
Tag: reasons to be cheerful
Now
I have a confession to make, I have another love in my life. I have been working on another venture and this weekend it took flight. I am now the founder of an arts space here in Stitchopolis. Can you believe it?? Check it out here. Hope you like!
The road less travelled
So, part two of my story…I’ve gone and got me a studio and I’ve started reviving my drawing and artistic tendencies after a career of science and financial services. At 18 I chose science, now I’ve gone back and taken the other fork. The picture above is my first studio sketch. It was so lovely…
long in the (blue)tooth
Bluetooth as a concept has always perplexed me – i know, i don’t get out much it always seems to have so much potential but it is ultimately disappointing. I’m sure we all have people we know who are similar. anyway, i thought id show you one of the very few gadgets ive come across…
Mega mix
A busy busy day, a grand mix of the main strands of my personality – art, fabric, Parkinson’s and family. I went to three new places today. First off, fabric heaven, tucked away in Stitchopolis, I can’t believe I only just got to go now. The place is full of every kind of fabric and…
Plymouth, ho!
Well, I’m loving Plymouth Hoe, the lighthouse, the views, the freshers from the University. But the highlight was Pin Lane. I know, I’m shallow.
Done and dusted…
Yeah, right. Those of you who have been with me for a while (hello, thankyou!!) will know full well my propensity for starting rather than finishing projects. I may not have said much about making recently but I can confirm I remain consistent in my scattyness So, just to give comfort to my fellow stitchoholics,…
Needled
Threads are fine and thin Strands to stitch us together To knit To join They can dwindle and fray Tension Taut Torn Snap There’s often no warning It just happens Like that Like this And here we are Looking at the edges At what could have been What might have been ripped away Cliches are…
Salt and pepper
I’ve not been too vocal recently. Things have been packed chez Stitch, with little space for tippy tapping. I swear the hours in the day are reducing as the boys are growing. I’m writing this in bed, in the blessed silence of a sleeping house. Soon activity will make it hum and buzz but right…
