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Red riding hood's basket



It’s been a while, mostly due to the absence of internet. My favourite time of the year has just flown by. Little Red Riding Hood went out for hallowe’en, into the woods barefoot for her Samhain, alone with the moon and the trees and the tide on the Avon just turning. She had a basket full of super-cool pumpkins, carved to scare ofd the spirits. Bristol is a treat to look at at night, but fireworks make it better. Grab some friends and some blankets and groundsheets, get a candle in a lantern and a flask of tea and just sit and go “ooh, ahh”, go to the pub then have mulled wine and play games in the dark. Have a zen sunday, have a few zen sundays sewing and sitting around, with so many friends that i didn’t know were artists.

And big big big news. I am a waged woman! I now work full-time at Clifton Tots Nursery, on the toddler floor. We have about twenty 18 months to 3 year-olds, and it’s as chaotic as that sounds, in a good way. I am so, so happy and grateful to have this job. I knew my right job would come to me in time, that I am exactly where I need to be, but it can get hard to believe. Yes I was waiting unemployed for a long long time of stress and interviews but it was because of this one coming alone. It’s so affirming, when what you are waiting for arrives. My tao is so good to me, even if I can’t explain this concept to many people it’s still my truth.

“Some people don’t understand when I say these are the things I believe” Damh the Bard
Peace and a blessed Samhain for those who celebrated x



Look! Beautiful patterns! Autumn is here and I am in full-on nesting mode, tidying out my room and sewing like demon. This is the quilt cover I got from Chris and Jan for my birthday, it’s from Ikea. I just love this pattern and the way these colours work with the crocheted blanket I got from my Grandma Sylve. I won’t say too loudly but I do get a bit tired of green sometimes. Sometimes. Rarely. The new bed cover makes my whole room far brighter, which is nice for winter. I think with the blanket it’s a bit folksy-gypsy, which is great.

new sheets

My lovely nest ūüôā Perfect for hibernating through the Winter.

And I got a sewing assignment from my beloved Electro-Faerie, to make her a pencilcase! She’s so much fun to make stuff for and she gave me a bag of really beautiful wool felt because she isn’t using it. Bliss! It was nice to use neon colours for her as well. (I’ve made her other stuff like a tutu and legwarmers, maybe I should post them too some time in the interest of cataloguing stuff I’ve made this year?) The only suggestion I got was to include a dinosaur, so I did. The background shows the lining fabric I used;

Dinosaur backDinosaur front

I sewed that last night but I still had itchy fingers, so I made some teeny tiny hexagons and turned them into a little flower brooch. Also loving these new colours from new quilter’s weight cotton that I bought from Rugby with my birthday money. How I love small versions of big things!

red hex brooch

Peace x

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.


She walks through the woods with a smile on face, now and then pausing to pick a few leaves and put them in her pockets. That’ll make good food for later. The trees are so green you could breathe it and choke on the richness.

Wild garlic

How does your garden grow? Mine grows like this.

Salad leaves

That’s right, I grew those baby salad leaves myself. The rain is spattering down on Bristol and I open my windows.The fresh wet city smell of water on warm concrete drifts in, with an undertone of wet country smell, damp trees up at the observatory. Bread is rising in the kitchen. I’ve been to see Nicholas this morning, and my head is full of his words. As usual I don’t know quite what to think. Nicholas said “I’m getting a sense of sunshine from you today. A sense of hope. How does that feel for you?” It feels okay. I feel okay. I’m happy with that and with the world.

may blessings

What are weekends for?

  • For feeling the ‘May Blessings’. Mai regen bringt zegen! ¬†(Pardon my spelling in Austrian)
  • For holding a new baby.
  • For making pancakes.
  • For guinea-pig cuddles.
  • For watching the Eurovision Song Contest.
  • For wood¬†fires.
  • For making a secret plan.
  • For being a Dharma Bum.
  • For sewing a little gift for Sita. (The background shows the lining fabric)


…come dance with me.¬†Come with me to the greenwood grove such magic there to see. The Lord of the Wild with her faerie kin. Deep within the greenwood grove we’ll dance the magic ring.’ The Greenwood Grove, Damh the Bard.

Some days we don’t acheive much around here. Just keeping on, waiting to hear back from the wave of job applications I handed in yesterday. The sky is flat and white, an un-colour that is far more miserable than rain, it’s neither cold nor warm and I’m just drifting. Trying to keep things together. I’ve been thinking about making a big appliqued wall-hanging for a while, and today I started. I’m making a leaf for each tree in the celtic ogham, with the rune embroidered on it. Sitting on the floor with a cup of blackcurrant tea (my new favourite. It tastes of being at college, I overindulged in it during revision as a big IB and couldn’t face it again until recently) listening to Damh the Bard sing the cycle of the trees and thier meanings, sewing each one with care and dreaming of a big embroidered picture with mushrooms and flowers on the forest floor, and monsters in the hollows of the tree. I have the first five; Birch, Rowan, Alder, Willow and Ash. Five down, fifteen to go.


That’s all I managed today. That and hanging around the Oxfam bookshop, lusting after the illustrations in beautiful antique children’s books I can’t afford. I have so many ideas pinging around my head, my fingers can’t keep up and days like today I’m just grateful I haven’t done anything actively self-destructive.

… and I baked a rather handsome loaf of bread, half white, half kamut flour. It’s the small things.



I’ve been here. Doing this;



That’s right, I’m making¬†a quilt. This has been an ambition of mine for ages and I’ve finally started. This method is called English Paper peicing, I found out about here at;¬†

It’s pretty slow going but kind of addictive. I’m making the hexagons in sets of six, and I keep wanting to do just six more and six more. I was even doing it on the train back from Kent, and the woman sitting next to me asked me do I sell them? Now there’s a thought, but they’re far too time consuming.

I’m going to make another quilt too, with big squares, and machine sew it. I bought a book on quilting from fat quarters and I can’t wait to give it a go. Right, I think I’ll cut myself some more hexagons and watch Dr. Who.

Two little owl paperweights

Two little owl paperweights

Five mice and my best china teacup.
Five mice and my best china teacup.
I’m still getting the hang of this blog formatting business, so please bear with me.
I make things. I actually made these mice last Christmas, but I do love the way they look in my best china tea-cup. The one with pale pink was the first, sewn as a little gift for Natalie, Princess of Miceland (Maes Lan.)
The owls came a little later, they are made of felt and weighted with rice so they can be paperweights. The blue one has a baby. As you will see, I really love small versions of big things. Not just small things (though they can be pretty natty too) but scaled-down versions of things that are the same in every detail. Those really small pots of jam you get in hotels. Tiny shells and buttons. See also Jask.
I’ve done a lot lot lot more sewing today but my camera has no batteries to show my progress. I haven’t finished anything much because I got too frustrated with zips and things. Damn it all, I’d go to bed but the drunk people outside the pub next door are shouting. I heard this conversation;
“Waaahaaaaayyyy *drunken slurring*”
“Get off the car you prick!”
“Hahaha look! Look!”
“I hope you fall through and break your fecking neck.”
“Huurgggghhhghhhh ayyyyyyyyy. *more slurring*”
I don’t dare to look.

I don’t walk entirely by myself. From time to time I am accompanied by monsters.¬†


This is Frank. He’s a hot-water-bottle eating monster of the genus warmus bellius¬†and an amiable sort of chap. He’s a good monster to choose if you have children, other monsters or pets. He may not have any eyes but he has a very warm heart, and a long furry tail, too. Frank is made of acrylic fur and lined with fleece for insulation.

But wait, who is that next to him?


This is Jask. He’s a tentacle monster.

But he looks so sad! Why is he sad?

Jask is a sensitive soul, yet despite his melancholy exterior, he’s rarely truly unhappy. He’s a gentle, sweet monster who thinks deeply and speaks little; a philosopher, a dreamer, and a steadfast¬†friend if you can push past his initial shyness. I’d vouch that the reason he looks so sad here is that he’s missing his child;


Jask’s child is like Jask but smaller. She’s made of recycled tshirting and weighted with rice, just like Jask.