I went to see this

... at the Collingwood Gallery on the weekend. I was drawn to the atmospheric works of Elmedin Zunic and, not surprisingly, to Trudy Moore's simple, yet striking "Door Frame". Having spoken to the woman, I had a feeling she would produce the kind of work that interests me :-)

Hazy Days

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Crafternoon at Libby's

Well, mostly we drank tea, ate cake and chatted.

Then we moved the crochet lesson to the pub!

I ran ...

I ran through a field of thistles
purple, fluff, puff
Violet
Amethyst shimmers
Two feet off the ground
Held up by a misty blue
Haze
of branching, arcing, zig-zag leaves
Serated knife edge skirts
beckoning to dance, then
Tearing me to shreds.

Parcel of Pretty

And then comes a parcel which takes my breath away.

Presents

Every year I think to myself "I'm not going to have much of a birthday." You must understand, this is not said in a mopey depressive tone, just in a slightly apathetic one. Yet, every year, without fail, I am completely astounded by the oodles and oodles of love showered upon me in celebration of my own little anniversary. It ever comes as a complete surprise that I have so many beautiful and caring friends around me. This year their appreciation of everything Lindsey was displayed in the form of their many and varied gifts.

Pyjamas and slippers, notebooks and yarn, silver tea-scoops and embroidered brooches, snuggly mohair jumpers and home-made body scrubs ... the list continues; and so does my gratitude.

Today ... we skate

I celebration of my birth and the winter solstice, today my lovelies and I are going ice skating.
Can't wait!



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