I had a new brooch for my birthday
Now I have a Doggem.
MuttLy type laugh in the background.
I have made a new rug for the back door. Every so often life gets such that I need a craft that doesn't require much thought.
It got a bit like that in January so out comes a piece of hessian and my favourite hook. We always have old t shirts around the house that no one quite wants or needs so it's easy to source the colour to fill the spaces I draw on the hessian.
I measured out the hessian against the spot by the back door, drew a simple design made up of geometric shapes and pin wheels, loosely based on some lovely thing I had seen at the Kaffe Fasset exhibition in Bath.
The finished picture.
P.S just to say this isn't a good aye to this space but it's just exhaling to the last few people why it's a lot quiet around these parts.
I am still just as creative, I just don't need to say it in the same way.
P.P.S I don't do the Facebook thing but I often snap away for Instagram as Thingshandmade
Come and say hello and see what I am up to!
We all feel a lot better now.
I wouldn't have let myself do that on my own, I would have found other things that needed doing.......and it was nicer doing it with other people.
Only thing to do now is settle down to watch Arthur Christmas! I have an excuse, 2 poorly children aged 8 and 10. It seems a fine plan.
A meeting I was supposed to be attending today has been cancelled and I am using the time to finish a piece of weaving I started last week. It's only on a small scale but it reflects the river that runs through the town where we live.
Like many people I adore the sea. It was instilled in my by grandparents who lived on a beautiful stretch of Yorkshire coastline. It's one of the few places I have connection to. A deep grounded connection. I don't have it to the places I grew up in. The place where my grandparents lived was a constant in my childhood and still calls me back.
We now live in land and often I yearn to see the sea. Like many people do. We don't live close to the sea and the closest coast line is uninspiring and very developed. A proper trip to the sea is an hour and half away. Doable but only with planning and preparation.
We do live with a river. We don't live by a river, we don't live near a river, we live with a river. It's a living thing that ebbs and flows with the seasons. Notably flooding the town and regularly interrupting our lives with footpaths and roads closed. We live in a town that accepts the river as a character within the town and we watch and try to predict it's ways.
As a family we have walked different stretches around the town. It has crept into me in the way it creeps higher into the town as the waters rise. I now watch the river, feel the river, crave the open space it provides, the bank on the other side. I plan to walk it's whole length one day. From source to sea.
The threads picked up from an exhibition by Sarah Beadsmore flowed through my fingers and grew slowly like a river rising.
It's almost finished, it's not that I never finish anything, I just find it hard to show you finished things. I guess that's another post altogether!
Not quite sure what I will do with it but it has helped to work out a bit of sunflower addiction.
I have a new system for getting things done, it's nothing new or exciting juts a list that I stick to, where things cannot be added until things are done.
I know, there is a pending list where things wait to get on the list but I just ignore that.
This is a vintage dress that I found for £15.
It has sat waiting to have a simple alteration to the neckline and then today seemed to be the day to do it.
Just like that, job done.
Another ticked off the list.
Now something can move on.
.........and I have something " new " to wear.
Off to the Ashmolean in Oxford to see the embroidery exhibition. I think this dress might just say arty traditional in just the right way.