Liberty, Velvet and Chalk.

 Mum is due to arrive tomorrow and I have spent the morning making her bed, sewing cushions and trying to keep my ridiculously surging excitement under control. Aggggghhhhhh!

 I bought the navy blue velvet cover yesterday. It is like nestling your head against the furry underside of a bumblebee. Archie is desperate to claim the cushion but I know there is a place for it in my room once Mum leaves.
After making the first Liberty cushion cover, I knew a second one was calling. I love how they are snuggled up together looking out the window.

 Doesn't the navy blue cushion look proud of its little friends.

 They lub each other.

 Now all we need is a Gaga (Mum) to complete the picture.

Oh yes, here are some books waiting for her.

And if you were wondering what's in the yellow striped mug.... It's chalk.

Lots of love,

Kate xxxxx.

p.s. Hurry up Mum!!!

The Week is Ending!

I love the colours of 4 ply cotton so much...
I wish the company made an 8ply equivalent. They are just edible.

This is Hugo's early morning drawing of an alien with bosoms. Need I say more?

And a little photo of one of my all time favourite Liberty patterns. I am not sure what the name is but I always keep my eye out for it (unsuccessfully). Mum brought it back from England for me years ago.

I am so sorry it has been such a quiet blogging week - I have really only taken these photos of pretty today things as an excuse to pop by and say hello. Poor old Archie has had a temperature bug this week so we have spent a lot of time doing cosy things like reading books, drinking tea (me) and chatting. However, there has been little time for anything else. Archie is well and truly back to health so hopefully next week there may be a few voila moments.

Until then, have a lovely weekend!

Lots and lots of love, Kate xxooxxooxx.

Liberty Trees

A bit of time to myself and look what happens...

Felted Writing Paper Wrap

Today I lay down in the heat of our driveway, legs against stones and shoulders meshed into the bitumen. These weeds that tower above our mail box, strutting to the sun so boldly and yet sheltering the grass with their new millennium lace are so completely human with their two distinct faces. And the way they glorify themselves in hot dusty weather, becoming so alive in the summer, well, let's just say I am not the only one whose blood changes rhythm when the sun strides its way into our life again, expecting no forgiveness for its behaviour during winter. On reflection, I am sounding dramatic, but when lying down on a driveway with sweat pouring from one's reddened brow, a little bit of drama does seem appropriate. If the postman (Elwyn) had driven up I would have declared "This is what I am willing to do for my art" - but I would have said it as though art was in capital letters. A big thank you to Christel for acting as my spotter.

I had another serious round of felting last night, I haven't had much of a chance since my first lesson with Lucy so it was quite good to flex those muscles that have been lying dormant ever since. I did notice that green wool is much better to felt with than pinky-red as it comes out looking much less like placenta.

After wondering what to do with my finished piece I thought why not a letter writing wrap as a surprise Christmas present for a very loved, loved one. Perhaps not such a surprise anymore.