Disaster struck today... made a postcard for my blog and planned to upload a few things when clickity click fizz...
my scanner stopped working... for no reason, I've checked all leads and plugs and even gave it a firm tap
but alas nothing. So, as I am about to jet off for my annual family visit to Turkey, I am sans scanner which is a
pain because it means I have to probably buy a new one on my return. I do need it a lot for work so as always~
he giveth and he taketh away.
So, if you have any scanny hints or recommendations, pray do tell.
On Sunday it is my birthday. I've been having a trip down memory alley and found these gems I scanned in last year. That's me showing off a stunning example of a daisy chain, I remember everything.. the dress, the day, my dear pa taking the shot. Sometimes a door opens in an adulthood that lets the childhood flood back in.
Everlasting summers and roller skates and sisters.
So whilst I am on my travels, visiting my sister and hopefully reading and swimming and sunning myself; I hope you all keep yourselves safe and well and carry on blogging because I'll try to; internet connections allowing.
I'll leave you with this darling pic of my mama, papa and me, back in the day.
I am so loving my mum's hairwrap, my dad's playful stance and those divine pegs.
Forgive me dear friends for my delay, t'was a weekend of madness, work, family and the x factor. I had to finish all these tomes for a special order and because I was making them decided to make a few more to put in the shop.
I really enjoyed binding these and finishing them without any disasters (said in French accent) is always a relief. I must turn purple with holding my breath whilst gluing out those precious papers that must remain white and pure at all times.
The books are mixed sketch books and notebooks made with various ephemera and good paper. The foredges look nice all lined up so you can see the insides.
But this is all to digress from the real excitement here
As promised, the story of Twiggy who landed in my life last Saturday.
A friend told me that she was looking for a temporary home for a rescued dog, I said, No. Not interested.
Then she came round for a cuppa with her and the minute I laid eyes on her I was smitten.
She has been a bit neglected, her coat is thin and patchy and dry, she was in a cage for a long time so her back legs are weak. She has got amber eyes and the sweetest nature. On the first day, I actually found myself filling up with tears as she gazed at me with adoration. She's so affectionate, well behaved.
She doesn't beg for food, doesn't moult and I've never seen her jump up at anyone. These are all important to me.
And I get to get up really early and take her for a walk which she loves and the first light is the best light so off we trot with camera and poo bag and we are a happy pair.
I'm not sure that she may have to return to my friend who is missing her but she agrees that Twig is very happy with me so it looks like she's here to stay.
This changes everything.
Including my waist line from all the walks.
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September... my birthday month. And my sweet sister gave me an early bird gift as I am off on my hols soon. This corsage from "seventyseventyone" . Not only do I adore my sister for going for the handmade gift which is close to my well being and that of the huge artistic community here on the widewonderfulweb, but that she made such a superb choice. The turquoise/teal corsage is handmade merino wool and soft as Twiggy's eyebrows (who's Twiggy? keep up, see blogpost below) it's one of those great accessories that will keep on working time after time. I can see it on a bag or a scarf or on my winter coat and it's going to look pretty fab just nonchalantly lying on my dressing table.
(dressing table is a rather grand term for the big old mess that is a flat surface in my room)
And it feels so nice I keep running my fingers through it to ruffle it up.
I am a book artist living in the UK. This blog is a peek at my creative endeavours, my travel diaries, life and work at home which is a little house snuggled behind a huge hedge on a suburban street in a market town in England.
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