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I just want to say thanks to all of the people who have said ‘Oh I read your blog’ because I didn’t think anyone read it apart from me and the odd internet-friend who I wanted to show a sewing thing. Um, wow. I feel very loved.

 Anyway I’m just going to dump some pictures of finished projects that I did ages ago.


This is the rag rug I’ve been sewing for more than a year. It’s made  mostly of old tshirts and some scrap fabric. I actually finished it last summer, but I wasn’t happy with it at all because I pulled it too tight as I sewed and it became like a basket so it didn’t lie flat. Long story short, it bothered me so much I just had to pick thewhole thing apart and do it again from scratch. Time well spent since I watched the whole of Gravitation on DVD while I did it (my love of this obscure-ish shounen-ai  is a story for a whole other post, however. And another view of the living room. I feel like I’m cheating to say I “made” this wall-hanging. I hemmed fabric and put sticks through it and I like it a lot. Got to love the very hungry catterpillar.

Very hungry catterpillar

And an english paper peicing update- we have flowers!

Hex flowers progress

pile of hexes

I love how the different fabrics in the centre make the eight base fabrics look completely different. I feel a bit bad for having favourites*, but I think I like this one the best;

peacock hexes

Just look at it! Look at the peacock!

The title is dedicated to Paul. There was a felaf-fail at the weekend. Sam and I decided to make our own felafels at the weekend, using this recipe; And, well, it failed. We decided to deep fry them, but the moment they hit the hot oil they broke up into little blobs. We tried doing them in the frying pan instead, and all was well until we tried to flip them over, upon which they collapsed into crumbley, slightly burned mush. Here you go Mr. Paul, here’s a picture for you before we tried to flip them;


I can only apologise for the ugliness of the photograph. Maybe it I hide it here between more pretty ones then noone will notice. I’m trying to improve my photography skills, but not with much success.

*Why? Why do I feel bad about having favourites? They’re hexagons, it’s not I’m not going to hurt thier feelings!  But I want to value them equally, because each unique patch has it’s own part to play. Gah!

Right. I’m off to go anthropomorphise more objects. Bye bye x


I just love September. Who doesn’t? It’s the perfect energy for me, a lovely combination of ending feelings from the earth’s rhythm starting to think about wrapping everything up, but at the same time the school term is starting so it feels like a fresh start. *Happy sigh*

When I was in Slovenia, I would get up at 6 every day. The first ten minutes out of bed, pulling on cold trousers and stepping out while it’s still dark because the sun may have risen but it hasn’t crested the mountains yet, they were hellish. But then I would adjust, and just breathe in the air- perfect. I love mornings, I don’t see as many of them as I should. So yesterday I went for a morning walk on my ownsome, and took a mug of green tea up to the observatory. Bliss.

Misty bridge


While I was walking I went down the trail that comes out in the bottom of the gorge by the steps, and there was a fallen tree that I’d never noticed before. I might have tripped over it, if someone hadn’t kindly labelled it for me;

Mind the tree

Who does that? That’s the kind of thing I would do, and I mean that in the best possible way.

So what craft has been going down? Hexagons, of course! I have sewn all the hexes I need for my quilt top, I think. Look at them all cuddled up in a biscuit tin. This makes me happy.