Some days....

.... don't need words, just an image. But I suspect I would let my 'public down' if there were no words, so here is the tale.

Today I was booked to teach two linked half days - divorce/domestic violence and private child law both for support staff. I tip up and look at the delegate list. No support staff. Several senior solicitors. Turns out someone missed a crucial two words off the publicity material.

Let me put this in context. Imagine your LQS ask you can you spare an hour to show beginners how to use a rotary cutter. Then you get there and Ricky Tims, Alex Anderson, Elly Sienkiewicz and Helen Godden are sitting there awaiting your Masterclass.

Oh Shoot. The domestic violence part I can survive because it was my area of research at Cambridge. So I just talk and do the equivalent of a trunk show which is of interest to anyone interested in quilts in general. But blagging is not going to work in the afternoon.

I ring home in the half hour gap between sessions and give Dennis blow by blow instructions on how to find on my lap top and assortment of files which will give me some material and how to email it to me. The wonders of technology. I nip to the shop for a sandwich and come back. Twenty minutes left.

I eject the cretin who made this error in the first place from his computer and log onto my mail via AOL. My mailbox is unavailable due to temporary maintenance. Well heck, I liked the colour it was before and as far as I know it was not leaking so what the %^&( are they doing to my box without my consent?

I ring Dennis back and tell him to email it to an employee of my client. It fails to come through. He does it again. We now have about 15 minutes left. My email box comes on but there is nothing in it. Great. they maintain it and now it leaks! I ring Dennis. He says that he cannot get the new email to leave my outbox. It just sits there. Ten minutes left. I ring employees of other clients, tell them I have no time to explain why, but I am in a sticky situation and I need copy of notes I did for them. Like NOW please, not withstanding it is lunchtime.

Suddenly the client's server spews out several emails. Mine is there. We print every attachment. Big mistake. 493 pages start to come out of the machine. Five minutes left. I pull warm paper of the printer and try to identify useful parts. I cut and paste like billy-o and assemble a set of notes. Send to another printer where a minion starts to collate enough copies for the delegates.

I walk into the lecture room. I welcome people. I introduce myself. I explain what I am going to cover. The minion walks in with the set of notes I hand them out and we begin. Let us just say I honed my skill at speaking about line one of a paragraph whilst simultaneously reading lines three and four.

I asked for coffee much earlier than usual to give me a break to read notes I have not seen for months. The delegates when told coffee is available say, "Oh, can we not have a break? Can we just bring it in and keep going and finish early?" I continue my crosseyed talk'n'read act. We finish, I collect the feedback forms and you know what? There was general consensus that my talk and more amazingly, my notes were to be rated excellent.

Sometimes you can't choose the picture for the day until that day is nearly over.

Inspired by

'Inspired by' is a competition run by the Victoria and Albert museum for adult learners. It requires constrcution of a pices inspired by an item in the museum. I was able to visit the small bu prefectly formed resulting display on Monday. I was the only one there so I was able to dump my handbag in the middle and take photos in comfort. Here are a few of my favourite - the slightly wonky angles are the result of trying to avoid light glare through the glass.

A good place

What? Why am I posting a picture of a shower? Well, the Internet being the wonderful world of information that it is, it may be that one day another woman in search of a good place will come across this blog.

Maybe she too will have schlepped down to London at her own expense for a meeting which if it came off would have led to lots of very good changes in her life.

And maybe that meeting didn't seem to go too well, which was entirely her fault, and maybe she was very British and focused on having an afternoon free in London. Maybe she went to see some art and bought a nice magazine and maybe she almost kept the disappointment at bay. Until she missed a bus and sat on a metal seat on a four lane road clogged with growling belching traffic and realised that she was about to cry. For certain she will have known that crying on the bus would have turned her into the 'nutter on the bus' and so maybe she contemplated sneaking past all the homeless on the steps of St. Pancras church and going in there to cry in a pew.

If so, she should know that these new shower stalls in the refurbished first class lounge at Euston are excellent places to lock oneself in, turn on the hot water and have a bawl and a howl and a good, long, heaving sob.

And then maybe the bawling and the howling and the sobbing will just be starting to subside when she is surprised by a giggle at the thought of blogging a shower photo and she will recall that there are women (and maybe lurking men) all around the world who think her interesting enough to read her blog and maybe then she will consider that maybe she is not totally useless.

And perhaps she will remember that amongst the blog chit-chat of yard sales and quilted birds and fabric altars those women shared little bits about breast cancer and losing a child, about the death of parents and the failure of cycle after cycle of IVF. Then, maybe, she will wrap the towel around herself and sit in the cool lime green chair, look herself straight in the eye in the mirror and tell herself that the collapse of some pretty dreams are not on the same scale, that her life as it is not so bad ( even if it feels horribly insecure at the moment), and then maybe she will be able to leave that shower stall with a smile on her face, fragile but ready to dust herself off and face life as it is.

And maybe she will go home and find that her Daisy Chain quilt pattern is in this month's editions of British Patchwork and Quilting and she will manage a wobbly ( and very clean) smile. No day is totally bad.

New web links

Until recently I liked to indulge in the slightly subversive activity of visiting a branch of Borders and taking magazines up to read in Starbucks . Only now I can't because I visited one store where they put a sign up saying, "In order to help us keep our store tidy please only take a maximum of five magazines into Starbucks'. So now it appears it is not at all subversive. Ah well. I still do it.

Here are some web links I discovered during my browsing yesterday.

Upfront - see their altered bras. Two members of this textile group with their own websites are: Corrine Phillips and Gilly Mound

From one of those sites I found a link to textile artists Jo Dewar

Fiberart Wales has artist pages with lots of images from artists working with fibre in many different ways.

The Beetroot Tree looks like a place I will have to try to visit.

The post I meant to write...

... only I got interrupted by the last post.

Although City and Guilds embroidery has been taking up much time I have actually been doing some piecing. I see that Sharon is doing her blog roll again and If I don't have fiber content she will drop me from her list - she is on C at the moment so there is time for me to hang on in there! The above is all for me - I thought, given my job it was about time to do a traditional Courthouse steps block. But then being me I could not resist a little twist. I need to decide whether to quilt in black thread or an orangey thread. What say ye all in Quiltland?

Now I have to go to Leeds just overnight. I like to stop at Borders at Leeds-Birstall retail park juts off the M62 on the way and browse magazines over a Starbucks. They used to stock Fibrearts but I rang to check today ( because there is an alternative branch in Leeds itself I could go to) but they do not stock it any more. In either branch. Boo hoo. I think I might have to subscribe. They have Selvage in though :)

Grumpy old woman

So, I have just sat down with my newly returned ( and so far working) laptop to read the blogs. I have a long awaited cup of tea next to me then. .... the door bells rings. Not once but several insistent times. Ting-aling-aling-aling-aling- aling. Then, before I can even get up the letter box is raised and dropped. Several times. Clunk Clunk Clunk Clunk. I make it to my feet and the banging on the door glass with a fists starts. Thump, thump, thump,thump. My goodness what is it? Are the elderly couple next door but one in distress? Has the neighbour opposite noticed my roof on fire? Is it the Police looking for a mass murderer?

I open the door. A young man wielding a clipboard and clutching a pile of leaflets beams at me. "Hi. He says. How are you?"

Now, I suspect he was hoping for the response, "Oh All the better for seeing you. Now, what can I buy from you today?"

Needless to say he did not get it. Is it just in our area or are you too seeing an increase in door to door sales? We have had the landscape gardener who wanted to cut down my beloved cherry tree, the local firm who offered us a very good deal to replace or three week old double glazing. We get local restaurants wanting us to join dining clubs, charities wanting old clothes and hospices wanting money. Then there are the phone calls. Swinton Insurance are calling at a level bordering on harassment, Carcraft rather optimistically called to ask if I would service my car with them (and were rather non-plussed when I reminded them what happened last time I did business with them - I promise, it is a good story if you don't recall it). I have even had the automated voice that asks me to hold so I can take a sales call.

Maybe it is the effect of the economy that businesses feel the need to get out there and tout for work but believe me the quickest way to get me not to do business with you is to show up on my front door step and disturb me or to ring in the middle of my favourite TV programme. If I want to buy something I will research it and then go and buy it. I am not going to part with money just because you battered my door down, beamed at me and asked me how I was when you do not know me from Adam? OK?

Unless of course you come with fabric or thread. But no one ever does. Why is that?

And the result of the public vote is....

.... by 14 votes for, 3 against and 3 ambivalent either way pieces of advice... The Suite!!!

Which, darn it, meant I lost the bet! I apologise sincerely for underestimating the sheer classiness of you lot! I really did think that you would (nicely) tell me to get over myself and tell me to spend the money on fabric instead! Dennis knew you better. But I very much needed and appreciate the 'permission' to book the suite which of course was the one I wanted. I was particularly swayed by the private email vote from my Best Quilting Buddy, who knows well the value of the hard earned pound. She does not mince words (she does not have to with me) and has had a few previous emails from me of the "I'm sorry to show off but have you seen this" variety over this trip. The exasperation coming down the broadband was almost tangible when I read her message:

"oh for god sake woman .... it has to be the suite .... ...... you spend days away from home listening to the scum of society rabbiting on about their trailer trash lives to earn enough money to make the trip so ....... stop the guilt and enjoy !!! ....the suite has marble bathroom and enough space for you not to have to talk to each other -and you have room to set up your sewing area".

Now that's a point. Dennis hates it when I sit on a hotel bed to watch TV and eat a snack and let crumbs drop in the bed so imagine how he will react if I were to drop pins in the bed. and of course I have to sit on his side because I hate to get into an already warmed bed..... if you think about it this suite could be a good financial investment if you compare it to the costs of a divorce....

Anyway, your votes were less about the room and more about whether I was right to suspect I was a 'bad' person or not. I now know I am not and have booked the suite and am now officially a lucky, lucky girl.

However, I am not promising that come January you will not be asked to participate in an emergency vote on 'How many suits am I allowed to buy at the tailors?' Terry wanted to spend room money on a suit - well I always intended to have the suit whichever room I was in but a good few years ago we went to Bangkok for the second time. The first time I was a student and only looked at the tailors and bought instead some (very good) pre made silk shirts from the markets. On our return the plan was to buy one of the packages the tailors there do - usually two suits & three shirts or three suits one shirt, for a set price, that kind of thing.

At nine am we arrived at a tailors I had chosen from a flight magazine article and the first thing they did was tell me to pick of the shelf in their enormous shop every bolt of fabric I liked and to choose patterns for suits that would suit the fabric then eliminate things from there. Now this was way before I discovered quilting but there must have been something latent because there was not much left on the shelves. Then they brought out their pattern books and it became apparent that the more I bought the cheaper each suit became until they were way cheaper than buying even high street off the peg in the UK. They ended up sending our for lunch for us because I was having such a good time and by early afternoon Dennis gave in and started ordering too out of sheer boredom.

He bought three suits and I ended up with nine suits, two dresses, three shirts and a kimono. The tailor suggested that maybe I would like to have the final fittings at his house over dinner and we spent a wonderful evening with the Sihkh family being fed homemade Indian food, running into the bedroom to be fitted between bhajis and samosas and listening to a first hand account of the 1984 occupation of the Golden Temple at Amritsar.

Travel planning I do well. Control? Not so much.

Your votes please

Spoiled as we are, we have to choose between our shortlist of two very nice rooms indeed in our chosen hotel in Hong Kong, that being the only unbooked city of our RTW trip. Well, when I say we have to choose, Dennis' choice is, "I'll go with what you go for". Helpful.

Even more helpful when he conceded that I could book which ever I liked and there was little chance of him remembering what the options had been by the time we checked in! Semi-joking I suggested we put it to a poll on the blog but then we realised we had very different ideas of what you as a general readership were likely to say. So, I want your votes - less because I will listen to what you say (I might - but then I might not, but either way it will probably polarise my view one way or another) and more to see which of us wins our bet as to what your collective choice will be!





So, voters, here is your choice:


First this room at HK$1870 pn

Second this Suite at HK$3300 pn
(Converted to UK pounds those prices only have low three digits and do not sound anywhere as near as bad!)

Your criteria to bear in mind is:

1. We are not actually made of money and these are only options at all because (a) we saved up hard for a special trip and want to spend wisely. (Which is not always the same as cheaply) and (b) to get a harbour view at all within range of budget we chose to stay on Kowloon not Hong Kong island



2. It is however a special trip on which we are determined all will be as perfect as pre-planning will make it and on which we are prepared to spend for high levels of comfort. But not unnecessary luxury that will be wasted.



3. By the time we get here we will have been away from home for over 2.5 months and both of us agree that in a trip of that length there are bound to be days when one or both of us does not feel well or does not want to do tourist things but wants to just sit and read or 'have a day off' as we would at home. Lucky though we are to travel like this I know from business that living in hotels can get very wearing. And we fight over the TV controls. (Dennis hates watching my beloved reruns of Friends.)



4. We have a set budget for the trip which we are happy to spend (but not waste) and both rooms place us well within our overall budget ( thank you really good prices in New Zealand and friends/ family with beds in Australia and California!) but then any money saved goes to the next trip. Or shopping.



I am conscious that there is a high possibility that even posting this makes me look like a spoiled princess with no concept that we are living in a recessionary world but (a) I have been thanked before for my honesty in revealing my true character on my blog and (b) this is Dennis' retirement trip after an illness that ended his career and I am determined that he gets what he deserves after all he went through.


So, your votes please for which you think we should go for and shortly I shall reveal what we each thought you would all say and who was right.

Cinnamon roll recipe

I have been asked to give you the recipe for the cinnamon rolls in my last post. I am not reposting the photo though out of respect to Carol who has wheat allergies and whom I tormented last time I posted the picture!

I have to say that my instructions come from my breadmaker recipe book but I checked and this site as instruction to make it from scratch with ingredients that are not too disimilar so if you combine the two you should get something like!
Dough
250ml water at room temp
30g chopped butter
1 60g egg ( or in my house one egg - who weighs eggs?!)
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons sugar
520 g strong white plain flour (bread flour)
2 1/2 teapsoons dried yeast

Filling
35g melted butter
1/2 cup sugar ( sometimes my hand slips a little more in)
2 tablespoons of cinnamon

Glaze
mix 1/2 cup icing sugar, 1/4 teaspoon vanilla essence ( that isn't essential) and 2 tablespoons of milk until thin enough to drizzle.

Put all that lot in the breadmaker in that order and press the programme for pizza and other versatile doughs. Or somehow combine and let rise. On my machine it takes just short of 2 hours for this mixing and rising process.

Take out of the machine and grease and line a 25cm baking pan ( or in our house a roasting dish big enought for four greedy portions of lasagne)

Mix the sugar and cinnamon. Roll the dough out into a 45cm x 22 cm rectangle. (Or in our house a rectangle the depth of the working surface and not quite as wide). brush with the melted butter. sprinkle over the sugar-cinnamon nix. Roll up the dough and pinch the edge to seal. Cut into 2.5 cm slices. (In my house -2.5 cm ish) and place in pan.

Cover and allow to rise for 1 1/4 hours or until doubled in size. (usually a little less than the stated time for me but our house tends to be warm).

Place in preheated oven and bake for 30 mins an 180 degrees C or until golden brown.

Lightly drizzle with glaze.

I bet you burn your fingers eating them because you can't wait. They take ages but are easy to do and worth all the waiting time. If not eating straight from the oven you can microwave them 30 - 35 seconds to reheat. Yum.

Well trained husband

Dennis was at my side when I whipped the tea towel covering off these rising cinnamon rolls. What did he say?

I expected,

"Oh Yum" or "Are those for me?"

No. He clearly has been absorbing City and Guilds training for he said,

"Oh, pretty patterns." And he is right. I have to do some experimental panels and I may well be inspired by how the neat spirals get distorted when you cook them.
I may have to bake more to get more inspiration. I might even get to eat some that way: Half of this pan of rolls are next door where Dennis and his pal have borrowed the neighbours TV to watch rugby on satellite from 1pm to 7pm. The other half is fast being demolished by my sister who is squirming on the sofa watching 'her' Everton play Chelsea in the FA cup final (Soccer) on my TV because she could not bear to watch alone. Come on you blues........

I am still alive...

... but my laptop is poorly-sick. It has a defunct wireless card and has had to go to hospital. Which would not be so bad except it coincided with the few weeks of the year where my retired husband needs his laptop for more than a short time each day to check emails and Amazon sales as he is marking Religious Education GSCE exams online as an external marker. So I have to share at awkward times of the day and I don't like it!

(Blooper of the day: Some people just live together now and don't get married so they give birth to illiterate children.

As my Best Quilting Buddy said: not surprising with parents who can't read the instructions on the condom packet.)

.Anyway, that's my excuse for the lack of posting this week. Plus I had a mad flurry of posts last night on my C&G Blog so you can see I have been doing things.

Apropos of nothing: I just got an email from the Quilt Show with a section on rotary cutting safety advising me never to cut more than an arms length away from me. How do I do that? The cutter is in my hand at the end of my arm. How does it get to ever be more than an arms length from me?

Apropos of eye candy, at midnight last night ( I told you - sharing at awkward times!) I discovered the Fibrescene website which appears to be an almost endless source of eyecandy. I found it via Goggle images looking for fabric manipulation and got to Robert Hillestads knitted wear (Scroll down to find it), which together with Mary Giles' containers ( same page a bit further up) gave me a sudden burst of inspiration for an experimental embroidered panel and lead to rapidly firing sketches and notes on Zulu beaded shawls. African braided hair and Nigerian costumes. Why does this only happen in the early hours of the morning when I should really be asleep?

Finally the picture of the flower relates to nothing in this post at all but I hate pictureless posts and it was the only nice picture I have downloaded on this laptop. It is the clematis in my garden. Have a happy day today.

Malvern and Hereford

First the quilt show.

I went. I saw. I bought.

I ran out of money and decided not to do the second day. Also, I was disappointed with the standard of quilts. Dennis wondered if it was because when I was a new quilter everything looked good and now I am more discerning. But, I have just reviewed my photos from the first time I went in 2007 and I do genuinely think that the show was much higher in quality.

This year there were a lot of quilts - many of which were billed as beginner and were indeed decidedly beginner - from one quilting group. It smacked of 'filler display' and I wonder whether people were feeling the pinch and not paying the fee and postage involved in showing a quilt? I feel I cannot carp too much though as I never got round to showing one this year either - not that mine would have upped the quality to what I was looking for you understand, but it would have enabled me to moan with more credibility!

I was also a bit bored with the fact that I could have named three people who would win before I went and sure enough.....

After the show we went off the hotel in Hereford where I picked up a leaflet of tourist attractions.

"Oh, Look," I said to Dennis. "The copy of the Magna Carta you were talking about is on display too!"

I threw him the leaflet.

"Yes," he said, "except the exhibition starts in June."

Ah. Didn't see that bit. Slight pause and then he added,

"And its worse, It says here the Mappa Mundi we came here to see is not open until next week either."

What?!

I swear the tourist information site I looked at just said it was open on Sundays from May *..... See: this is why travelling spontaneously is not a good idea!

Oh well, the upside is that the shabby Indian Restaurant which is the first one we found in Hereford served great food at cheap prices. This morning we thought we might as well go and see the cathedral itself and found these modern stained glass windows. The texture begs to be embroidery doesn't it?

* PS. I've just looked again - the site I went to in fact said it was open April - October on Sundays.... WRONG! Do not use http://www.culture24.org.uk for your tourist info. of course if the cathedral website had actually been more than a front page only and if their opening hours were on their answerphone.....!

Quilts UK

Anyone reading going to Quilts UK on Saturday or Sunday afternoon and fancy a quick coffee?(Or no coffee but a short period of shopping / quilt admiring in company?) Please email ne - surfer@talktalk.net with a contact number if you do.

On spontanetity and travel project ideas

I love to plan travel. I don't mean I like to flick through a brochure and dream. I mean I like to download local bus routes for places I am going 8 months hence and to know the seat configurations on the plane I am taking. I like the fact that I know it costs about 4 pence more to go on the upper deck of the star ferry between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island as it does the lower deck. The planning is at least as good as the going. But that is not to say I am not capable of spontaneity.

Last Friday I went for a meal out with a friend who was about to depart for Majorca on a golfing holiday. That and the Gaudi book I was flicking through implanted a sudden urging in me. We were not doing anything particular that weekend, lets just go to Spain! So I got home and went on line to book a flight to Barcelona the next morning. There were none. None at all. Not even very expensive last minute indirect ones. Darn. I was all set to go. Later, in the dead of night I awoke to the sudden realisation that it was a good thing there were no flights as my passport is in fact with the UK passport agency being renewed. And the next day when Dennis asked if I minded him putting on the Grand Prix - from Barcelona - that the penny dropped as to why there were no flights.

But the need to just go somewhere has clearly lingered. You recall I was asking you what to do for my holiday project. Well Joyce emailed me direct ( not having the account necessary to leave a comment) to suggest,

"I think you should use your newly-acquired embroidery skills to make a modern version of the Mappa Mundi with your journey superimposed on it."

Well what a great idea! Of course, I was not entirely sure what the Mappa Mundi looked like so I Google it. It looks like the picture above ( which actually doens't tell me a lot but it was the best one I could find) and guess where it is (or at least where the oldest one is as all Mappa Mundi means is Map of the World) - Hereford. And you know where Hereford is? Yup, 33 minutes ( thank you AA route finder) from The Three Counties Showground in Malvern, home of Quilts UK this weekend.

So, I cancelled the hotel in Worcester, re-booked one in Hereford, not only allowing us to discover a heretobefore unknown place to eat there in the evening, but also to view the Mappa Mundi and the Chained Library exhibition for an hour or so before hotfooting back to the showground for day two of the show ( I reckon a day and half is perfect timing for Quilts UK anyway). Thanks Joyce!

PS I am a lawyer. I like to use words like hence and heretobefore. Herein and aforemetioned are good ones too.

PPS I am not sure that heretobefore is actually a word but I still enjoyed using it.

Holiday project

Thank you for all your ideas about what type of project I should take on our travels with me. Apart from Quilt Pixie's innovative fabric postcards and make as you use bag they fell into three categories.

First - English paper piecing. Well, yeah, I see where you are coming from but.... oh sorry, what was I saying? I fell asleep. I've done a few samples in the past but whats with all that paper?! I can see handpiecing - in fact this quilt, which was one of the first I ever made, has all handpieced blocks. I thought it strange that the general response seemed to be that if you were handpiecing it might as well be over paper. I did have a good time handpiecing this Mariners star on a train crossing the German/Holland border last year though. I just haven't worked out what do do with it yet! I may well handpiece some blocks with fabric as I go - but what to choose?

Secondly, cathedral windows - since I have this book I took another peek.

I wonder about somehow making the centres out of ephemera I find along the way? I just haven't worked out how to do it yet.

Then came the crazy quilting which actually was my idea too. Only I don't really like them. I mean I really like the idea of premade crazy blocks and making some more as I go along ( see above on handsewing foundation blocks). But, I don't like the Victorian mishmash of them - you know the, um, craziness of them. So I was thinking about how to do a sort of 'slightly on the flaky side' quilt, with lots of embroidery and some textural interest, but monochromatic and delicate rather than crazy. I was just working out how to do it when I looked up from my sewing machine and here was this picture.

Made by the fantastic Pollie Uttley it is a clay piece inspired by Indian textiles and ever since I bought it I have periodic thoughts about translating it back into fabric. What do you think?

What would you make?

Although it is still some months before we go off on our round the world trip I am starting to think about what project I might take with me. This is because I shall be shopping at Quilts UK at Malvern next week and might as well buy something I need for a particular project rather than just for stash. (Ok, what I mean is I might as well buy for a particular project as well as for stash.)

I have an idea which could be done in at least three ways but I shall not reveal it until you , my faithful helpmates, have given me your ideas for I do not want to influence you or cramp your creativity, Besides, I suspect that you may come up with something better. So, should you choose to accept it, here is your challenge. You need to come up with a general idea for a project which meets the following criteria:

1. Requires minimal equipment
2. Is hand done
3. Is interesting enough and slow enough to last me three months.
4. Can have some initital preparation done at home before we leave
5. Ideally is something that will allow me to take a basic kit then add in items I buy as I go around the world researching quilt shops but is not dependant on me finding specific products which may not be available.
6. Is portable so I can take small parts of it out with me for the day in my handbag.
7. And finally - to really push it - has a design which, if I feel so inclined, I can adopt to reflect design inspirations I spot as I travel.

I'll give it a few days for this to trickle through people's blog readers and for me to get as many ideas as possible then I'll share my initial ideas.

City and Guilds Containers

I am almost at the end of the Patchwork and Quilting City and Guilds. Which is just as well as I am a term into the Embroidery City and Guilds and really doing two at once is not what you are meant to do!

All I have left is my 'container'. I am kind of cheating. Only kind of, as technically the syllabus does not require your container to be 3D, but I think all good tutors kind of push you that way. I do not have a good tutor though and she has made no enquires at all as to what I am up to save to say it need not be 3D. So I decided a A5 size wallet would contain paper items and fulfil the brief.Only being a glutton for punishment ( and no doubt some would say as penance for cheating) I decided that the required client brief would state that they were to contain all my travel documentation for each country on our pending trip and so I have ended up doing not one container but several. Here they are so far in order of making

China/ Hong Kong. Based on Chinese jade and a giant Buddha statue. Printed extravorganza and painted fabrics.

New Zealand. Made out of painted and stitched Bubble Wrap with reverse applique.

Australia. Scraps of Aboriginal fabrics begged from a friend (thanks Lesley - owe you one!) and with a design based unimaginatively on the Opera House. Made with what little I had to hand in Bath.

San Fransisco. This was the hardest one and although I started and finished with the Golden Gate Bridge as inspiration, a design I liked would not come until my pocket money purchase of golden yarn when suddenly it all came together and I think this is now my favourite. The silk background has pin tucks and stitching which together with the couching are inspired by the suspension wires. The prairie points match the shapes on the bottom of the bridge

Japan is still to come.

Pocket money

Remember when you were a kid and you went to town on Saturdays to spend your pocket money on frivolous things?

I rarely go into the shopping area of my home town - its easier to pick stuff up when I am working in bigger cities. But on Saturday I ran out of Pritt Stick ( a glue stick for anyone who is not familiar with the brand name) and popped in. Thinking of my teenage years I decided to walk down to the indoor market which, now I am older and snobbier ( and give myself more pocket money) I avoid as it is cheap and nasty. But, nostalgia got the better of me and I was reminiscing about how Lisa and I would go and buy Constance Caroll make up. A similar stall remains but times seem to have changed as of the three fifteen year olds giggling over the lip glosses two were at least six months pregnant.

Still, the trip was worth it as opposite is a yarn stall. ( When I was a teenager, 'yarn' was 'wool' and 'thread' was 'cotton' but now I am a quilter so I know better!) It had buy one get one free on fancy yarns and whilst I don't knit I do couch down or embroider with yarn, so as you will have guessed from the photos I had to get some. And some stranded cottons to match.

Oh what fun it is to spend pocket money on a Saturday morning!

How do you organise yours?

I had to re-organise my textile bookshelf last week because the pile at its foot which would not fit on the shelves annoyed me. I removed the sketchbooks from the top shelf and placed them on these alcove shelves which previously held a collection of travel books (now in the attic). Then I had to decide how to orgainse the textile books.

I wanted the shelves to look as neat as possible as this is my thinking room which I like as uncluttered and restful as possible. So a system like alphabetical which leaves books all higgledly piggeldy to look at was not going to do it. Yet both my left and right brain wanted a say in the process.

So I went for categories:

Top shelf: magazine and unread books

Second: Embroidery and design

Third and fourth : Quilts

Fifth: Other textile products and general inspirational art books

And within categories by colour of the spine and within colour by height. Makes sense to me but what do you do with yours?

If, like me you love to browse other people's shelves, you can see all my books in closer pictures in this Picassa Album.

Creative laziness at Cedar Farm

This morning we took a Sunday drive out to Cedar Farm which is a misleading name because it is more arts centre than farm - although it does have a small area with animals for children to look at - which is why Dennis likes going although he remains disappointed that for some time there have been no rabbits. However, he got Brownie points today when he pointed out one, new, gloriously coloured bird ( which would, as you can see, not stand still for photos) and said, "Those would make good colours for a quilt."

There are several buildings with artists studios and also a good crafty gift shop and art store.

There is a cafe and also a coffee house in an industrial building which they make homely with squishy sofas and baskets of magazines. And blueberry cheesecake muffins. It is a good place to hang out and read and also to do a bit of sketchbooking. I am trying to find time to do more of that and to build up my lamentably lacking skills with art products.

Today I took a small set of watercolours with a little bottle of water and a tin of aquarelle crayons. I got there and could see nothing to draw until I spotted a dying dandelion head on the floor. Here are my resulting pages.

The last page is a section of the first page and I got the idea from reading Red by Jan Beaney and Jean Littlejohn which is one of their embroidery pamphlets ( you can see the series here) while I was there.

I am collecting the series - at £7.50 for a pamphlet they are not cheap but I do like the pictures!! Dennis almost got more Brownie points when he said he would buy me too more at the Quilt Show in Malvern in a fortnight. But then he lost them:

"Really?" I said, are you sure - they are quite expensive considering they only have 28 pages.

"I know" he said, brandishing his 850 page book he bought for £4.50. "But two of those books is the same as I would have paid if I'd come to the show with you."

"So you are buying me the books as kind of insurance so you don't have to come into the quilt show?"

"Um, yeah."

He always gets caught out in his sneaky schemes!