Crochet Flower Necklace.

Still in recovery mode and all of my words are skittering away from me like the wrong end of a magnet so my explanation for this is: crocheted a few flowers together for fun (cough).

Crochet Corsages.

I have been playing around with the idea of corsages for a while. Here is prototype number 2.

It was freezing this morning. Jonno came home with a lethal piece of ice he found on top of the cows' feed bin. The boys quickly broke it up into sharp, slippery diamonds that the dogs then had to delicately pick their way around for the rest of the morning.

Thank You Roses.

These roses are to say a big thank you for all of your comments. It has been so nice reading them during this particularly sneezey time - as good as vitamin C - emotional orange juice.

A Good Book and Cup of Tea.

So this is what I am armed with to carry me through the day. I have woken this morning to sunlight with its warm rays working through me and feel a bit more cheerful (read that as slightly less dramatic). Just a heavy cold rather than a hell mouth to death's door. A good book has just been opened, Kate Atkinson's 'When Will There Be Good News' and a cup of tea brewing. Although, sadly in a different mug as I dropped my dear yellow one after the photo was taken. These things will be survivened (I just made that up, maybe I should submit it to those test words you have to copy when putting a comment on someones blog). Better go and fill up the hot water bottle and snuggle down on the big blue couch with my book... Have a lovely Sunday.

I'm Not Keen on Colds...

I am sick with a nasty cold. Right now I just want my mum and a big jug of roses. I am going to settle for, however, a cup of tea.

My Creative Space.

This is me on holiday, I take my head with me most times... no, in fact I take it with me every time. It gets very heavy, sometimes so weighted down all my best thoughts are pinioned to the bottom. On holidays I like to carry my head to the beach and somehow, the fresh sea air and crashing of waves seems to move through my ears, eyes and nose, cleansing all within. My head becomes lighter, neck longer and suddenly, thoughts begin to bubble to the surface. My head once again, becomes my creative space.

A wonderland of creative spaces are over here at Kirsty's.

A Finished Painting

Finally, a painting finished. For too long it languished awkwardly against the wall like a teenage boy outside the girls' school. Not no more (by the way, I know it should be 'not anymore' but it just sounds better).