Well, it’s time for me to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year!
Thank you very much for all your support, kind words and company this past year- it truly means the world to me.
I actually really like the long winter evenings.
In the spring and summer I always feel I should be out ‘doing’ and making the most of the light, and so I do.
But in the winter I can just curl up in front of the wood burner with a hand sewing or knitting project and settle in. I already have a penguin and a scarf to show for this years’ winter evenings.
The long, cold and dark nights are my friend.
Today I painted the title of what will be my fourth book on my new sketchbook (always the same black square made by Seawhite of Brighton).
If you follow me on Pinterest you will have a feeling for the book already. The same feeling as me maybe, who knows? Because all I know at the moment is that I’ve found a place to start.
And so it begins…
I found this wonderful tapestry of horses the other day whilst out thrift shopping and just had to rescue it.
When I got home I made it into a bag (much to my family’s bemusement) and have been using it non-stop ever since.
This makes me happy.
I am easy pleased.
Did you know our Henry is penguin mad? No? Well, he is really is!
So when I saw the penguin family on Basic Grey’s booth at Quilt Market I couldn’t buy a pattern quickly enough.
I wanted a very simple, vintage look for my penguin- sorry! Henry’s penguin- so I dyed some wool blanket and just whip stitched the pieces together raw edges and all. I made the largest size, Peter and he was easily stitched in one evening.
Henry has been waiting for a whole 3 days for his penguin to be finished and this afternoon instead of working as planned I went and bought some stuffing and found some button eyes, sat down and got him done.
Penguin is waiting at the kitchen table for Henry to come home from school. I am waiting to see his reaction and my work will just have to wait that little bit longer (again).
But there won’t always be a penguin mad boy in the house will there?
Whilst at Quilt Market I had the pleasure to meet many people in real life who I have been working with from afar.
One such person was the lovely Linzee McCray.
And now I have 3 little American dogs in my collection. How kind is that! Thank you!
I had my very first international business trip the other week when I went to Houston for Fall Quilt Market! It was the most amazing, inspiring and exhausting few days.
I also went to the Moda fancy dress party as a ship’s figurehead complete with a seagull on my head, which was great fun. You can see a little glimpse of my costume on the Minick and Simpson blog here.
Mark Dunn (Mr Moda himself) wore a shirt made from my seagulls fabric.
And last but not least, I met so many lovely designers whose work I have admired and whose fabric I have bought all these years. Quite extraordinary to be there with them.
In short, Quilt Market was a pleasure and a privilege.
And if you can’t sleep on the plane home you get to watch as you fly into the dawn.
These are an absolute delight to use. They were a lot of money but weren’t expensive (if you see what I mean). They are solid and smooth and built to last and can be repaired and sharpened forever and ever. I intend to buy myself a whole set.
I bought them from the great grandson of Ernest Wright himself. Who held them up to his ear and carefully listened to them opening and closing before passing me several pairs of seemingly identical scissors so I could ‘see which pair belongs to you’. Not understanding why I did as I was told and found that each pair was slightly different and I could easily chose my pair after all.
So, here are my handmade thread scissors. I’m going to make them a little case and I’m going to take enormous care over the making of it because I’m pretty sure I’ll have both forever.
embroidery inspired by a Lowry quote, on vintage blanket with a laundry tag
The other week I went into London and saw the Lowry exhibition at Tate Britain. It was the first time I’d actually seen his work and was struck by how monochrome, bleak and repetitive his paintings are, as I’m sure everyone is.
Lowry was a rent collector and his paintings show the world he lived and worked in. What he saw and how he felt all there on the canvas, over and over again.
Stepping outside the gallery my world seemed very vibrant, positive and teeming with opportunity.