Crap, a leopard!

At work we're having our annual charity art auction. It goes like this: everyone in the company, from the managing director all the way down to me, creates an 'art' piece. The stuff is then auctioned for a local charity and everyone's happy.
Problem is, we're not artists. We work in an office. With computers and Bluetooth devices. Anyway, mine's called Books I never wrote. This guy would really tear me to pieces, "Ding Ding! Here comes the shit-mobile".

Cushion #2

Following on from our very first post (June 2007) we have another cushion. This one was hand sewn a couple of months ago.




Again, the Bernina came out, but a fair amount of time was also spent hunched over squinting and sewing (in the bleak winter evenings) beside the fire.

When we were very young...

The internet is too weird. With my broken hand I have spent an inordinate amount of time online and have googled everything and everyone. Then I googled me:


Circa 1984 - ah the memories - Mrs Parsons, the school gymnasium, nomads, the fact that I was one of the minorities whose mother made me were the optional school uniform (which maybe explains my ongoing penchant for skivvies, or polo necks as I like to refer to them now). Ah, the days were just packed....