I am supposed to be working.
Why is it that you find the most interesting things when you are supposed to be working?
and this one I cant seem to embed of Andrew Graham Dixon discussing the amazing amulet collection at the Pitt Rivers Museum.
I love this book. I was given it by an inspiring teacher when I was 15. One of those teachers that opens up the world for you, gives you a sense of what is possible rather than what is not.
It has always been my go to book for a quick guide to costumes of dress. I have a never read it, just always flicked through it and loved the illustrations. Copied it endlessly and love the character in the drawing.
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!