I am, in the big scheme of things, quite obsessed with small things. It’s funny, I must be in my second childhood, as I was always very keen on miniature stuff when I was little. I have just made a second set of … Continue reading
Category Archives: pretty things
cheeky
Short term memory. It’s a mystery to me. I used to remember things. Years ago, when I worked in a bookshop, I could hold numerous ten-digit ISBNs (International Standard Book Numbers) in my head. They just sort of popped up when … Continue reading
petals to the metal
When I was a child, creativity came easily. I wrote most of a (terrible) novel when I was eight. (I sort of lost interest in it when I discovered that my ambition to be the youngest ever published author was not going to be fulfilled.) … Continue reading
itty bitty kitties
Well, I have been true to my word haven’t I, as regards being a bit quiet. I haven’t been doing a lot of sewing, although I have been doing a spot of experimenting. Trying out some new things. I need … Continue reading
teeny tiny toys
Wooden toys are the best (after fabric ones) aren’t they? I wish I could carve wood. I like wood. It is probably my favourite material, after fabric of course. Warmer than metal, less fragile than clay, I have a lot of wood … Continue reading
plodding along
Sometimes I just feel like things don’t go as fast as I’d like them to. It reminds of the go-carts at a place we used to visit when lad was small. You’d pedal and pedal like billy-oh, but unless you were … Continue reading