Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
The Christmas Tree is up and waiting patiently for its decorations and strings of twinkly lights. I spent the morning baking and this sultana and walnut loaf is waiting for afternoon tea. There is a lovely, soft rain falling and I might have a nap. I am gently wrestling with fear—does that make sense? It…