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It's Suuuunday!

Uh huh. Yup. It's Sunday and I'm feeling very bloggy and creative. I really want to get some paints out and do  pretty watercolours, but my paint set is far away at my dad's house. Hopefully I'll be going south to pick them up next weekend. Also being collected are my sewing machines, all three. My two antique ones that don't work and the cheapy that stitches like a dream. Roll on, next week so I can start making my own clothes!

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Pretty sea inspired watercolours by Kerri Shipp

Have a lovely Sunday :)

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Oh Howard (and other stuff)

Howard is fresh in my mind lately. He sits with me on the arm of the sofa while I write and has quickly become the subject of a children's story. Whether or not this story will ever see the light of day remains to be seen, but I'm finding it much, much easier to write for children than for adults. Less pressure.

I'm blogging from the kitchen today and got the munchies all of a sudden so I've raided the cupboard to find some jam doughnuts that were going out of date soon...they had to be eaten...ALL OF THEM. Yum. Note to all self-confessed foodies out there. Never blog from the kitchen unless you are sure you need to eat.
Anyhoo. The bf is away this weekend so I'm enjoying peace and quiet. Radio 6 Music is on, the notepad is out and catching up with laundry, housework and blogging. 

I am Tree

"I can look at the knot in a piece of wood until it frightens me."

-William Blake

A stroll round the grounds of a local church

There is nothing like a strong tree. They have always fascinated my eye; the lines, the grain, the knots. That strange way that trees like to grow with negative space peeping through branches. I love trees most when they are living and growing The men in my family have always dabbled in carpentry, dollhouses, bookcases and such. I grew up around piles of wood shavings in the workshop and trees that were allowed to grow far into the sky. 

I still have dreams about the trees at the bottom of my childhood home, the same dream I had from when I was very small. I would take off from the back door and try to fly over the tops of the trees but would always fall into the branches until, at 22, I finally made it over the tree tops and flew across a beautiful river, landing in a gentle glade where some kind of fairy folk had a tea party waiting for me.

Ah yes. This is the stuff of dreams.

I would love to learn to make marionettes like these!