An isolation project

An isolation project

Last week while I was putting away Paul’s washing I pulled out one of his old bassinet sheets. It wasn’t really a sheet per se, rather a beautiful piece of woodblock printed cotton from India that Paul had received as a gift at Christmas time. Since he’s moved from his bassinet into his cot the sheet hasn’t been used.  The main part of the material is a beautiful repeating pattern in dark khaki and rich light blue of a plant, almost dahlia like.  I decided it was too pretty to sit in the cupboard, so pulled it out and set to working on a little project…

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A return to reading

A return to reading

Throughout my entire childhood and for the majority of my adult life I’ve been a voracious reader. I’ve always loved lingering in libraries and book shops.  Picking up tome after tome, reading covers and being delighted and drawn-in by cover art.

Last year, days before travelling to Iceland, I started Black Swan Green by David Mitchell and was really quite enjoying it – but then somehow I got a third of the way through and suddenly it was days and then weeks and then months, and I hadn’t read a page…

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