So sorry I’ve been away for ages and sorrier still this break will continue. I still love craft but I am finding it harder and harder to write about. Contrast this with writing about cinema, which flows off the keyboard since I have been accepted to write for the very fabulous Lost in The Multiplex. […]Read More Au Revoir Mes Amis
Snagged at St. Ives Country Market.Read More Cambridgeshire not Cornwall
C wasn’t pleased with this.Read More One Girl’s Traff
Thanks to ruthless packing, the only toys that made it across the Channel were Sandy, the sand filled doll and a handful of cars. After a whinefilled day or two, the tots have proved contentedly resourceful, especially when making dolls and jigsaws from G’s castoffs. Inspired by Eve Arnold I show you the tiny hands responsible.Read More Small Handmade
Aside from the edible, this is the first thing I’ve made in months. I was “I need something (granola/toilet brush/solar panel), I’ll make it.” Now I am “I need something (bobble hat/saucepan/power drill), I’ll buy it.” I want to change back again. P’s suggestion for a cover for my new IPad (thanks G): “Take two socks, cut […]Read More Do You Stock This Bread Prebuttered?
My shop is still showing signs of life. Maybe not so much life, as residual synaptic firing. Like a chicken without it’s head. Here are two recent listings:Read More Believe Me, I Was No One’s First Choice.
Here are some scarves I made long ago, a depressing reflection on my age, no one wants to have made something that could now be classed as vintage.Here’s S in a tiny scarf I made for baby C. Two different greeny threads and my first go at moss stitch. A lamby scarf for P made in […]Read More My Preference For Unmatching Sets
My little scarf is leaving home and going on a journey to Istanbul! Not Constantinople. Congratulations Askida on winning the giveaway! This gorgeous notebook cover is from her shop (I think it’s “her”, unfamiliar names completely throw me)Read More Drum Roll…Try not to Cry
You have only 24hrs left to enter this.Read More Still Banging On About It
Last week my plaster came off. I deludedly pictured an unshackling, my life beginning anew. Deludedly, because this is just one more step in the long, tedious stumble toward health. I walk jerkily, the tension in my tight tendons and shrunken muscles an anxiety causing reminder that I must go slow. Thus, it was a […]Read More Awesome Giveaway – I Can Picture You in it Already