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!

Silver spoon

I look for a silver spoon

To help the medicine go down 

The bitter taste sticks around

And reminds me that 

Life is not all sugar

It’s not so sweet at times.

But then, sugar isn’t really sweet

A history stained with tyranny and tears. 

Shielded by marketing and greed

But it fixes the rancid flavor of illness

Of incapacity

Of sloth.

The rotting smell of disappointment


And fear.

The spoon ladles out the syrup

Sticky, strong and thick. 

And drops it, streaming over the cracks 

Covering them fro a moment 

But not for ever. 


so, it’s been almost 2 months since I posted….the longest I’ve even gone. Why? A plethora of reasons….bad meds, no energy, no time, too many projects, no imagination….oh dear. Well, I am a quilter not a quitter so I am back to have another go…I just need to re-shuffle the hand of cards life has dealt me recently so as to make room, cerebral and temporal, for this, my original and most loved blog. So, bear with me guys, I’m down but not out. In the meantime, I’m putting a links page together where you can access my other persona for those days when you want a shot of Stitch but I’m not obliging.

Face off

now, I consider myself to be reasonably tech savvy and connected via the plethora of social networks out there. The grand daddy of them all being the mighty Facebook. So why have I just walked away from the behemoth? Why have I  decided to stop posting, close my various pages and turn off the ubiquitous notifications? Let me explain….

For a while now I’ve been observing with increasing dissatisfaction the change in timbre of the posts not only on FB but on such havens as Twitter and Pinterest. Muffled are the honest, one off, real enthusiasts’ helpful posts, shares and general chat. They have been drowned out with corporate posts, adverts, generic quizzes and lots and lots of cats. I mean, how many cats do you need? And I like cats.

That, and the deluge of motivational, religious, cod psychology quotes that do the rounds.

The final straw was, I’m afraid, the self righteousness that the awful events in Paris appear to have unleashed. I do not need everyone telling me how to solve what is an intractable, complex and ancient issue. I do not want to hear how it is group a, b or c’s fault. I do not need to be told how I should feel. I can feel for myself and I do not need to plaster it in everyone’s faces and then look down on those who disagree.

Strong, I know. Controversial? Well, sadly any contrary or alternative opinion will, in these times, generally get shot down. So I expect I may get some angst. And accusations of hypocrisy. I mean, I blog, that’s me sharing but I’d say in a different way. I would. But you don’t have to listen, and I’m not forcing an opinion on you. I’m explaining why I’ve walked from FB.

There’s another reason if I’m going to be honest. I have recently had some unpleasantness which leaked into FB posts. I was surprised how much I cared and how upsetting seeing someone’s unfavourable (and imho) inaccurate and frankly incorrect summation of the position in black and white, was. I don’t want to open myself up to that again. If someone is unhappy with me I’d rather a face to face, not FB to FB.

So, part of my cyber personality has been split away and put into the deep freeze. Whether I ressurect it – who knows. But in the meantime…more time for knitting, art and WP. Can’t be bad.


I haven’t written a poem in ages.

My pen sticks to sketching,

My words have gone dark.

I’ve not been rhyming

I’ve not written ditties.

It’s brush strokes these days that I work. 

Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths

I really don’t know why I’ve stopped.

I think it’s a temporary, interim thing :

I don’t think my thought cloud has popped.

What’s better, a poem or art from the hip?

What’s better, a thought or a shot?

What makes you sit still

What makes you think twice.

Whatever you think, 

Then it’s not. 



How do you start a post? I normally go with a picture tbh rather than a thought, or action, or event. Today I scrolled thru my recent sketches and found this one…no reason, no forethought, no purpose. Just a picture, a gesture in a moment. And that’s why I love it. It was me…where I was…for a second when I dashed it off. It’s my record rather than words. They fail me so often but this sketch captures a time, a slice. I like that idea. After all, we all only get a slice of time. Make it count.


My glass is neither half empty or full
It’s brimming and right at its limit
My challenge each day
Despite what you say
Is to pack life and love in each minute.

How can I rest
When my boy’s made the best
Lego building the worlds ever seen?
When his brother has just jumped
in the mud
And there’s blood
Then chores must
Bite the dust
I won’t clean

I want balance in life
Artist, mother and wife.
What I need is to seek and destroy
Useless jobs, things, ideas,
Get some space into here,
And then top up with pure golden joy.




Time has, as we know, a relative flow.

Not rock steady,

it eddies. 

It’s tributaries tangling,

and we stand angling

for the ones that got away,

the elusive minnow minutes

darting and starting

to snap in my fingers 

as I grasp and clasp them

And hold them close to.

Watch out, they can crumble!

watch out and watch it

hands crawl round the figures

dance over the ticks

and I slide my day away

watching the sweep

of big hand and little hand

and quietly weep.



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.