fifth.....

i would like to say that i am finding this post everyday in January easy

but i am not.....

it would seem that the odds of it continuing are stacking up against me

a. lack of ideas due to lack of happenings

b. one broken camera, one lost camera

c. the lack of tech know how leading me to question if i can somehow magically get pictures from my phone to here????

d. pondering if i am just bored of the whole blogging malarkey?

see?

its not looking good........

fourth..

dress up time

on this fourth day of this brand new year i find myself thinking about how the heck i ended up living alone at 43?

it is becoming very clear that even though i am a solitary person who will do pretty much anything to avoid a crowd, i do need a person of my own

i need to know that i can depend on one person to love me

and in turn i need my person to know that i am all theirs...

100%...

when it comes to love i am a 100% sort of gal.....

but clearly my journey has tipped me up in this predicament for a reason and i just need to work out what that reason is

hopefully i can do that before i become a crazy person who talks to paper creatures...

oh wait........

third....

so the dog ate my crochet......

i dared to leave the house and in a total fit of rage my sweet talulla totally destroyed the work i had painstakingly done on the Virus Shawl .....

i know i know what an appalling name for an item of clothing!

however it is hugely popular with many gorgeous variations popping up all over the internet.

it is an easy, repetitive and addictive pattern which has some really excellent and easy to follow you tube clips

why not give it a go?

i will pop some pictures of my latest effort on soon..

if it survives

second......

2015 was an odd year....

 i spent most of it in a daze trying to pick myself up from heartbreak and i just about held myself together most days.

i also realised that i am stronger and more determined than i give myself credit for and looking back i actually achieved quite a bit.

my little vegan baking business * be kind be gentle* flourished and grew...

 i saved and saved and saved until i could afford to move out of my wonderful parents house and in to a teeny tiny cottage of my own...

i now live alone with my cats and dogs which is something i have never done despite being in my 40's

i am yet to decide if i truly like it!

and even though i have to count every single penny and i will never have extra for many treats, i am happy

happy that i have made a new home for myself and my precious animal family xx

now when i say my new rented home is tiny i really do mean teeny tiny....

there is only one bedroom so i have no dedicated makers space which i am finding challenging

 i have a great table that literally gets used all day from breakfast to supper, this often means i will be eating toast surrounded by an audience of paper creatures!

the pictures today are of a tiny area in my sitting/dining/makers room that i currently love

see you tomorrow :)

first

a brand new year and a quietly optimistic promise to write here more often

i like it here after all...

i have set myself a goal to be brighter, kinder, happier and more open to adventures and new things in 2016, and i hope this will reflect in the work i produce and how i finally find a little courage to share it more....

no more hiding it away thinking it is not good enough, even the failed pieces have a story to tell.......

so, i start this new bright and hopeful year with two new souls that are nearing completion

one is a bear that will carry a message of hope on his shiny sparkly thread

and the other is still unknown....

i need to be around her a little more with a pile of fabric scraps and i am certain she (?) will develop in to quite a happy little paper soul .......

its nice to be back

i think....

she gathers....

she spent the daylight hours wisely....

she had many a home fire to keep burning...

her daily task was a simple one - collect kindling from dawn to dusk and carry it the many miles back to home..

pile after pile after pile

long long days

in all weather...

she never once complained

born a gatherer to parents that adored her and her older 19 siblings.....

Abigail Ash Montgomery .... born under the huge Ash tree in the back paddock as her mama pegged out the never ending mountain of washing...

born quickly and efficiently

 kissed, named and swaddled all between the washing of the undergarments and  the tea towels...

nobody knew Abigail was coming

but nobody was surprised..

not after the 19 that came before her....

Abigail Ash Montgomery was happy but wanted more, she had big hopes and dreams that she pondered on daily as she trekked through the forest...

Abigail Ash Montgomery wanted to be a pilot....

paper bird....

a new paper bird ....

a new perch....

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this tiny curious paper bird is made entirely from paper....

he has been shaped by the paper maker on a rainy day from inside the paper makers cosy workshop...

he has been given a pair of carefully hand stitched wings so that he may balance upon his new perch...

they are made from the most stunning and precious scrap of old and worn fabric with a wisp of old lace to complete....

he teeters on wire legs which have been secured in to place upon his perch with magical golden thread... the thread is there not to keep the tiny bird prisoner but to offer him security and safety..

this bird knows he is free to fly.....

the large pine cone was collected by the paper makers own dear mama whilst on a local forest adventure....

pine cone bird is £45 which includes packaging and safe postal travel within the U.K

please message me for overseas quote

thank you xx