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!

Taking all the fun out of quilting

One day a week I set aside a 'prep' day when I am not in court and I have time to write lecture notes and generally plough through admin tasks. This means I earn less as there is a day each week when I do not get paid, but it also means I get my weekends free ( mostly) to do textiley stuff.

One of the admin tasks is to keep up to date with current law. The Internet age means that we are bombarded with various e-newsletters and updates with links to web pages containing new statutory instruments, articles or case law. Not only do I need to read and digest but often I need to cut paste, redraft and combine into lecture notes. This is not fun. I survive by using Google Reader to intersperse your blogs! Now, on the basis that part of the point of blogging is to learn about other people's lives, I thought I would give you a little taster of mine today.....

.... running through the links I found this. Sheesh - and you thought textile stuff was supposed to be fun! (And this is the explanation not even the actual item!!)

Credit where credit is due (and not where it is not).

When I was in Bath, De at Midsomer Quilting let me use her class room when the shop was shut to do some quilting - piecing is possible in the flat, quilting most definitely is not. I was making a reversible quilt and limited in thread to what I had with me/ could buy in the shop which (wonderful though it is) does not stock my preferred Bottom Line by Superior. So, I had a 30 weight Sulky in the bobbin ( way heavier than I would usually use but it looks good in the reversible back) and a King Tut in the top and set off doing my favourite leaf motif.

All was well. I went out for lunch. Ate a wonderful cheesecake. Came back. Machine had a hissy fit. Probably because I did not bring her any creme egg cheesecake. No way would the tension work on the bottom. (My machine is definitely a girl machine). I cleaned her. I oiled her. I played with the tension. I talked nicely to her.I swapped the bobin case. I changed her needle and promised her a whole cake to herself. I turned the quilt upside down and reversed the threads. More hissy fitting. I turned her off and sulked all the way home. I had not even planned to quilt ( as opposed to piece) whilst I was away but now I had started, the new plan was to finish the thing and she was not playing along. BAD machine. Clearly she needed to go to hospital.
I look in the local phone book. Bath Sewing Machine centre ( 'Two hours service: we collect') is five mins walk away albeit via some ridiculously steep streets. I ring at 8.30 the next am. Can he fix my Janome Memorycraft, NOW? Yes, he can do it if I bring in in straight away. Bring it? I thought he collected. No, not today because he is in the shop alone. I call a taxi. I get there. Shop closed. But hang on - didn't he answer the phone twenty mins ago? Apparently he has it on divert. I sit on a stone bench across the road and pretend I am an undercover cop on surveillance. The shop looks ominously shabby. The machines in the window are - well, antique. But then we use a magic cobbler at home who works out of a hovel and does great work. Means nothing.
The man eventually arrives. He tells me off for ringing so early. (Excuse me? Why have your hovel, sorry, shop phone diverted to home if you don't want customers to ring you?) He peers at the machine.
"Oooh." he says. "It be com-pew-'ur- ised. They're buggers them things when they go wrong, they are." (Anyone not familiar with a strong Somerset accent please think 'Pirates').
I put a protective hand on my machine. I am sure she shrinks towards me in a combination of contrition and fear that she might get left with this butcher.
"Do you know what you are doing with it?"
"Not really, no."
Right. He did lend me his phone book and I rang the Husqvarna centre which I had previously ignored despite knowing where it was since they are an entirely different brand. No problem, bring it in. I call another taxi. The driver's wife is a sewer of children's clothes and we talk overlockers and I pretend not to notice that he is driving the long way around under the pretext of not wanting me to have to cross the road when we get there. That's the road with the pedestrian crossing ten yards from the shop.
At the Husqvarna Studio Bath the nice man in this Photo spends quite some time fiddling with it. Fixes it, won't charge me and lets me leave it there for a few hours while I go shopping. Nice man - go and buy some fabric from him if you are in Bath.
Why I am I telling you this now? Because I have just finished the quilting and the machine is purring like a fluffy little lap cat. Good girl! Now, what happened to that dessert I could swear I left in the fridge?

Am I unreasonable?

Yesterday Dennis and I went for a gentle stroll around Taylor Park. The park has a small wooded area with squirrels, a hill for kids to roll down and an enclosed adventure playground. But mostly it is a concrete pathway around this small lake come large pond.

The building in the foreground is the old boat shed from the days ( back when I were a kid) when you could hire rowing boats. On a Sunday morning an ice cream van parks there. There are many small children in this park at weekend, including a number of toddlers on reins and little tots on their first bikes with stabilisers, particularly as you can imagine, around the ice cream van.

So anyway, there we are strolling around the pond towards the van and we go to overtake a family whose dog is running in front of them. As we are about level the dog comes bounding back and causes me to stop dead to avoid tripping over it which I only just managed. The woman who owned the dog said,

"Sorry. He likes running around and tripping people up."

Because (a) the comment seemed to invite it (b) I am professionally used to expressing an opinion and sitting in judgement and (c) because I don't know when to keep my mouth shut, I said, as I passed her,

"That's why he should be on a leash."

I did not expect that this would cause a problem. But she started yelling "Excuse me? What did you just say?" (The question being rather redundant as she then repeated it to her husband who started shouting, "He's not doing any harm.").

Because of (a) (b) and especially (c) above I turned around, and said "I am sorry but there are a lot of very small children around here and I am worried that one of them may get hurt or bitten" Husband then starts glaring at me. He is big. All I want is an ice cream and Dennis is hissing "Stop picking a fight." So I shake my head ruefully and walk away. Fairly fast.

I am glad to see that by the time they catch us up at the van the dog is leashed. I am not saying the dog ( which was a kind of spaniel type thing) should not be in the park. By all means use one of those extending leashes so he can run and bound and be stopped in his tracks when he gets somewhere problematic. But to my mind, bounding spaniel + concrete path + toddling two year old can so easily = fall, broken bones and phobic child. Even if it is a dog which has no teeth whoatsover and therefore could not possible nip a child who panics and lashes out when this thing, which is not a huge dog but equals the size of a child, runs at them.

But then, I do not own a dog. Am I being unreasonable?

Needlecase tutorial

I have been promising myself a needlecase for a while. So, I sat down and made this one.

The technique is not new or even hard and I know that some readers will be able to make it just by looking at the picture but just in case it is helpful for others, here are some instructions. The darker photos are more accurate when it comes to colour - I kept forgetting to put the flash on resulting in the lighter ones.

You will need:

One long piece of felt - mine was 2 3/4 inches by 12 inches.

Piece of lining fabric same length and width

A second piece of felt same length and about 1/2 inch narrower. (ish)

Selection of threads for machine sewing ( I used two Oliver Twist threads and one King Tut)

Selection of yarns for couching down. You only need them about 14 inches long so odd strands are fine.

Thin strips of sheer fabric just over 12 inches long.

(optional- spray baste)

One bead

Piece of fusible web (e.g. Bonbdaweb, Heat and Bond etc) same size as the first piece of felt.

1. Take the first piece of felt. If you have any, spray baste it lightly, otherwise use pins where needed. Rip strips of sheer fabrics ( I only needed three) and lay them on the felt overlapping. They can spill over the edges of the felt.

2. Using one of your machine threads stitch several wiggly lines to secure the sheers. Trim the piece back to the size of the felt.

3. Using a machine thread in the top, and either a couching foot if you like or ( as I did it because my yarns were too bobbly to go in the couching foot) a normal presser foot, couch down several interesting yarns vertically down the sheer/felt piece. make them more or less straight but do not stress about slight deviations and wiggles. Use a zig zag stitch for this.

4. Change machine threads for variety and choose a decorative stitch on your machine. Stitch down between several of the gaps between the couched yarns. Change threads and stitch for variety and fill in all the other gaps.

5. I then added the yarn which has (for want of a better description) big fuzzy bits hanging off it. I did this last so the big fuzzy things didn't get in the way. If you have no big bits like this you can skip this step.

6. Trim back to the felt base eliminating all straggle ends of thread.

7. Take three of four of your smoother yarns and make machine wrapped cord. That is, just stitch over them with a zig zag stitch. Take a suitable length, form into a loop and using a zigzag stitch that is much looser together stitch the ends together to make a kind of twig like ending. Stitch that by hand using a couching type stitch to one end of your now decorated panel positioning it so the loop will pass over the bead you are later going to add as fastening on the other end.

8. Fuse the back of the decorated fabric to the wrong size of the lining fabric. Using appropriately coloured bobbin thread, sew around the combined panel in a zig zag stitch - twice if need be to seal the edges.

9. Place the second felt piece on top of the lining fabric and pin the two short edges together. I chose to allow my lining fabric to show - if you don't want that make the second piece of felt the same size as the decorated panel. Just make sure the short edges match up. Fold the case so the lining sides face and crease to find the middle. Stitch the second piece of felt down that seam to create a kind of book spine.
10. Flip the piece over. Sew just along the inner edge of the zig zag edging stitches you created earlier on the short sides. This will result in the inner felt piece being secured in three places but loose elsewhere to allow you to put needles and pins in.

11. Press the fold to get the case to sit flat.

12. Sewing through the top decorative piece only ( not the inner felt strip) add the bead and put the loop over it to fasten. Voila - a needle case.

13 Tidy your sewing space. Sheesh - you only made one little case - how did you manage to

make such a mess ? :)

Trees and questions

Posts are better with photos even if the photos don't really relate to the text. In the Circus in Bath ( the swanky place to live ) there are some huge trees in the giant roundabout that is the Circus. And I am not averse to lying on my back in wet grass if it means I get a photo from an angle that is not on all the postcards. So here to day are pictures of those trees. And a wonderfully twisted one from down the road in Queens Square for good measure.

My questions are random:

1. Has any one done the Sydney Bridge Climb or know of anyone who has? I need an honest account before I decide to do it or not.

2. Can you all stop blogging for a little while? I took a holiday. I have been reading diligently since I returned and I still have 484 posts to read. Pause your posting or I shall delete you . You have been warned.

3. I stepped out of Warrington County Court yesterday to get a pad of writing paper. Just plain A4 size. The stationers who shall not be named but have a sign that said WH Smith outside had two pads that size - white or cream - for £9.99. What? When did paper start costing that and how did I miss it happening?

4. My laptop keeps playing peekaboo with the wireless connection. Sometimes it connects sometimes it will not. Any ideas?

5. I sat down to watch Judge Judy and eat at 6pm. It is now 20.54 and I have done nothing all evening. How did that happen?

Reluctant return

I am back - both in person ( at home) and online having been hiding away in Bath for the Easter fortnight. Some time ago we discovered this holiday flat and have been renting it for two breaks a year ever since. It is in a quiet street but right in town and a perfect place to hunker down. We eat cheap lunch deals out, curl up with a book and deli food in the evening and relish the escape. My sewing machine gets set up on the tiny table you can just make out in this kitchen with the cutting mat on the counter or even over the hob itself and the ironing board squeezed in too. It is not unusual for supper to be tomato soup with batik croutons. Highlights of the trip are always visits to my favourite quilt shop Midsomer Quilting (hi, if you are reading!) out in Chilcompton and the best ever book shop Mr B's Emporium of Reading delights...

... Oh Oh! I just went to their site to get a photo for you and found that they have a whole gallery and I am on it!! What a surprise! - go here and check out the fab shop decoration ( they give you free coffee when you go there and you can wander the stacks with it in your hand) and scroll to the section for the regional award ceremony - that's me in the pink jacket with Dennis. Take particular note of Vlaska the shop dog who is very quiet and erudite and chooses competition winners by licking one of a pile of bones with customers names written on.

This time Dennis bought me this book in place of an Easter Egg - it is fabulous - a mix of textiles and travel and amazing photography. I recommend it. I still got my egg though albeit sneakily. We had the pleasure of taking De, Chris and Brigitta from Midsomer Quilting out to their local pub the Somerset Wagon where they served Creme Egg cheesecake - such a good idea!

On our return it was straight back the study for two days dealing with piles of admin and lecture note writing. I was beginning to forget the benefit of the holiday until the Little Miss next door (aged 6) came and asked to play with me. We made chocolate cake and kicked a ball around the garden. Sometimes it is good to be reminded that the best part of life is licking the bowl!

Finally, there is a post of some embroidery I did in Bath over on my other blog

Inspired in Runcorn

Further to yesterday's post about textile art at The Brindley, Runcorn, I sat for a while in the cafe journalling, in part about looking for inspiration in places I assumed to be uninspiring. It didn't take long to find potential sources. These two photos were taken in the carpark of the centre.

A decaying roof...



and a window in a remaining wall of an otherwise derelict building.Feel free to beat me to making something based on these photos if they tickle your fancy.
Today I set off for Durham for a distance learner day at Stitchbusiness, hopefully via the Quilt Museum in York. No doubt there will be more inspiration in store.

Focusing on textiles at the Brindley

Yesterday I went to Runcorn County Court. Runcorn is a dump. It is a town centre in decay surrounded by a ring road and dominated by the Bridge over the river Mersey. The court is in a dismal shopping centre on the outskirts. But it turns out Runcorn has a theatre and arts centre which I did not know about until last week, The Brindley. It was recommended to me for the cafe ( which in fact is pleasant but unremarkable), but when I went to the website for directions I discovered it had not one, not two, but three textile art displays on. Who knew.

I checked with the gallery staff that it was OK to to take photos for the blog and got the go ahead so I can show you that:

There was a cabinet of work by Val Jackson who makes flat, miniaturized versions of clothes.

And a cabinet of artists books by Sarah Morpeth inspired by a film I had never heard of; 'I know where she is going', with the she admitted being obsessed for years. Each book investigates a theme or charcater from the film. The light on the glass made it hard to phtograph her stuff - better pictures are here in her gallery.

Then, upstairs this room of work by four artists. .

Debbie Smyth builds thread pictures by wrapping around pins to make lines. This representation of the bridge and the small terraced houses under it is about seven feet tall. She also had smaller pieces. I liked that there was a display board downstairs where children from local schools had made their own versions using this method. See more of her work here and read her blog.

Clare Lane manipulates photos of the local area and prints onto canvas then partially stitches over them.

Carolyn Kirton draws stitch pictures of her teenagers and captures their attitudes and body language. I liked her titles which included one entitled 'She well proper had a go at me and stuff'.' and 'Its not my job'.

Finally. Laura Mc Cafferty was walking past a local shop selling second hand furniture from house clearances. She saw in the window some old photos of the town not for sale and went to investigate. That resulted in this piece of the shop owner Maggie Fowler

and this one of the lady who died and her photographs.

I had the whole room to myself and was able to just reflect in the quiet surrounded by the art. I was really struck by the fact that that in such a superficially uninspiring place they had found inspiration not just for one piece but a series. I was also struck by the way that each artist had focused right down to one technique and one theme.

I would love to know if artists who produce such cohesive bodies of work find it naturally to choose only one method and to produce piece after piece different to but closely similar to the others. Or is it something they have had to work hard to focus down onto? If the latter, how did they do it? How did they choose what not to do? Have they other series that I have not seen or are they content to keep doing the same kind of work? I may have to contact them and other artists who appear to me to be very focused to see if they can shed light on this as it is fascinating me. Do any of you have views on how you do or do not limit the techniques and themes you use?

Finally, I was struck by the way in which each artist made a large sample of their work which was hung on the walls specifically for viewers to touch.

Catching up

I have not actually got much quilting done recently as I have been concentrating on City and Guilds samples. Often, to get time to do that I have to pack stuff and do it on the trot, travelling for work. Which is fine - it removes the tedium of bad TV in hotels. But, eventually I get heartily sick of packing and unpacking items. Consequently I just leave them packed and add more.

This then is the sorry state of my little 'train embroidery box' as it was left on my sofa last night. As it is going to Leeds tonight I think it needs a sort don't you?

These blocks are ones I got in a swap which I never showed you all yet. They are a bit crumpled as they have been folded away in another box. I specified African applique and left people to it. I now have to try and work out how to put them all together - I think a huge jumble of African prints with some black strips to connect and separate everything is probably the way to go. Now, all I need to be is in one place for long enough... but,as tonight I go to Leeds then tomorrow night, on my way home I collect Dennis from Manchester Airport (he's been in Ireland) so that we can sleep at home then go to Durham for a City and Guilds learner day on Saturday....so that's another two sets of stuff to pack then. Sigh.

Back with books!

I didn't mean to take a blog break but as I was working in London last week, despite in theory having access to the Net in the hotel lobby, a post never happened. 'Twas not all work though. First stop off the train was the Byzantium exhibition at the Royal Academy. No photos allowed and not much sketching done as it was heaving and the items on the whole small so it was hard to linger close for too long. There are key images here though.

One day I only had a half day lecture to give so we went bookshop browsing down Charing Cross Road and to buy a mass on good maps for our trip from Stanfords ( the same place Michael Palin buys his maps for his explorations!) In Borders I discovered this launch issue magazine - more like a paperback book really. Lots of quilty inspiration in there.

Then, I discovered a bookshop on Euston Road which opened just after I was last there and specialises in remaindered coffee table books, many by Thames and Hudson. I snatched up this rather scary looking one , also on Aboriginal Art (for £10) and this one on Pacific patterns for just £5.

Now, I must go and eat cake. Dennis is at his parents in Ireland and last night a friend who cane for tea arrived with 4 iced ginger squares, a whole cream strawberry sandwich cake and a box of chocolates. That on top of the treacle tart I made for desert. Then, mid evening , my sister arrived with the gift of a half chocolate sandwich cake and a half coffee cake from my Mum. Oink.

Oh, and I have posted some sketchbook pages over on my other blog

Baths

This has to be a quick clandestine post because any minute now Dennis is going to come and confiscate my lap top. I have until my bath runs because the water is masking the clicking of the keyboard keys. He is coming to get it 'for the good of my health' becuase I sat on our sofa for twelve hours yesterday and - bar a couple of loo breaks and a lunch- I did not move. I was busy booking all kinds of hotels and car hire all around the world and it got kind of addictive!

But speaking of baths, I did get kind of bath obsessed. First, I fell in love with this one which is a overflowing bath by Kohler. Dennis doesn't get it. In fact we have one of these at home only there is no cool drip tray - the water just spills all over the carpet when I forget my hips are more than they were and underestimate the Archimedes effect. In fact I could not have this bath becuase, apart from the price of the suite it was in, we wanted to stay at New Years Eve and the hotel (the Henry Jones Art hotel in Hobart) books out three years ahead.

Then I wanted this bath, in a Japanese hotel room in Tokyo. This one I was allowed to have. Except that the permission was phrased, "Well, if you really want it book it but it costs £175 more than the room with the normal bath and you are staying very near the shops in the textile district. Oh and the bath it outside and its winter when we go to Japan." Spoilsport. Instead I went to the Hilton where for a less money I get a normal bath but in a suite with a whole swimming pool downstairs.

Ok, not very culturally Japanese but the pay off is that we are going to go on a trip from Kyoto to bath Japanese style with the locals in these public baths. Beatutiful!

And, despite it being New Years Day when we arrive I was able to score this spa bath at Stewart Bay Lodge in Port Arthur, Tasmania for a snippet.

And before anyone tuts and tells me I could do equally as well with a youth hostel shower, you are right. Save that the shower would last five minutes if that and the idea of lying in this bath with a nice drink and looking at the view is going to last me through all the boring work days until we go in January. That's the point!

Public apology.

In a recent post I thought I was being funny about my crankiness about everything that came across my path that day. However, as with most of my posts it was written, sent and not maybe really thought enough about.

Part of that post dealt with the issue of copyright and bounced off a post written by Brenda Gael Smith I said - referring to people who are concerned that their work is not copied by way of photograph on other people's blogs,

"I think they are just missing the point and they are humourless, selfish, uptight people. ( I accept that when I have had chocolate and water and sleep I may think that they are lovely people who are just missing the point.)"


I had meant this to be a crack against my own unreasonable attitude on that day and to say that when I was in a better mood I would not think ill of the people themselves but would see that they had a perfectly reasonable point on which I disagreed. It was meant to be a joke against myself and my bad temper But, in hindsight it was an extremely crass thing to write.


I have had a personal email from a quilter I know and respect who does dislike bad photos of her work being on someone else's site and who was extremely distressed to be described as humourless, selfish and uptight. This person is far from that. They work hard on their web site to share information and resources and they were one of my first influences in quilting. I am mortified that (a) I upset them so much (b) that I may have upset other readers who have not contacted me a (c) that anyone might think that I was calling Brenda herself humourless etc.

Let me make things clear:
1. Copyright law is copyright law. Brenda and other quilters who want to protect their copyright in all ways are absolutely 100% entitled to do so. On my post I did say that Brenda was right.
2. It may make me cranky on a bad day. Lots of perfectly legitimate things do. The fact I am cranky does not alter the law or excuse me writing something capable of being interpreted as a personal attack on someone who is not cranky about the law as it stands.
3. People who want to protect their copyright in a way which they are entitled to do so are not humourless, selfish or uptight. I however, on a bad day react to perfectly lovely and right people in an unfair way which may be funny to many readers but patently not to those who feel themselves to be under attack from me.
4. I am really truly sorry for any offence caused to anyone.
5. The person who emailed me thought that I was calling Brenda herself names. I wasn't but on re-reading the blog I can see easily how that conclusion was reached. For anyone else who also thought that but didn't comment either on the blog or privately let me say that Brenda is another quilter who is more than generous with her time and expertise. She has spent hours and hours assisting our Twelve by Twelve group with her computer and quilting expertise and her blog is chocka full with tips and free tutorials. I can testify - having been with her on a day when she suffered the problems of trying to navigate around Somerset on small, very badly signed roads - that she is not humourless.

I on the other hand am clearly an idiot and I apologise.

Food

I like fancy restaurants just fine but some nights, no Michelin starred plate can beat a 'crisp butty' for supper.

Cheese 'n'onion in case you were wondering.

Crankiness

Edit: Please note that this post was meant to be funny but actually it really upset at least one person. I am leaving it up becuase general comments show that most readers got the joke, but do please read it now in comjunction with this post where I correct any unintended offence in full. In short here, this post is a crack against my own bad temper and is not a criticism of any other quilter.


I am feeling cranky today. This is probably due to lack of sleep,water and chocolate and would be more productively solved by obtaining all of the three items above ( but not in that order). But, the alternative of sharing my crankiness seemed more fun.

So what made me cranky?

1. Over breakfast I read Brenda's post on copyright. She has a thing about copyright. The lack of observance of it seems to make her cranky. (She admits to indignation but frankly there is not a lot of difference.) Everything she said is right and correct in law. I agree that it is bad, bad, bad to steal designs, pass them off as your own and make money off other people's work. But when people get upset because they showed a quilt in a public show at which photography is allowed and then someone showed the photo to someone else on a blog.... well, I am sorry but I think they are just missing the point and they are humourless, selfish, uptight people. ( I accept that when I have had chocolate and water and sleep I may think that they are lovely people who are just missing the point.) The point of course being that if you want your art to be seen why would you complain about people telling other people that they liked your art and showing them what they meant? You learned how to quilt by observing other people's art. Heck, Great artists joined guilds to learn to paint by copying other artists work and we don't complain about that. Just take the compliment and stop fretting.


2. I went for a shower. My new Radox shower gel says on the bottle that it is 'Proven to care'. About what? The state of inmate conditions at Guantanamo? The potential extinction of the lesser spotted meercat? The parlous state of copyright laws? I mean it would be irrelevant but a portion of the price of that gel (even if it is a tiny, tiny portion) went to pay for the ink to write on the bottle Proven to care. And it makes no sense at all. And how do you prove it? Did the gel have to answer a questionnaire about its social responsibility? Or was it secretly observed via nanny cam consoling the sponge when it got treated roughly by the loofah?

3. Yorkshire Bank's ATM informed me today, with a little picture on the screen, that it was voted best for overdraft rates in 2005. All that tells me is that it was not the best in 2006 and having failed to live up to its reputation failed to do anything about it in 2007,2008 or indeed 2009. Why would anyone advertise that they were less than spectacular and too lazy to do anything about it even though they clearly had the capacity to achieve greatness. And besides. I don't need to know. All I want is £50 of my own money.

4. My town has an unusual population cluster in that we seem to have an concentration of stunt people. Or very stupid people. Let me explain. Unless you have the skills to deputise for Bruce Willis in Die Hard ( Ok, its a while since I saw an action movie, I can't think of a better example), then, when you wander aimlessly off the kerb in front of my car without looking it is likely that I will hurt you when I ram your waddling backside with my bumper. It is a certainty that if I have to brake on an open road one more time to avoid having to scrape your waddling backside off my bumper I shall get cranky.

So there.
I think there might be some cooking chocolate at the back of the fridge.

Visual to Do list (AKA wasting time)

One of my aims this year was to learn a little more about art products and to try a bit more visual journaling. I know people use terms like that to mean different things but what I am talking about is a kind of illustrated journal. Not necessary an artists sketchbook which is full of pristine watercolours ( because I am not that good an artist) and not a studio journal or design sketchbook which is full of design ideas, records and samples ( I already do that). {I know this photo - and some that follow- are on their sides. They are not in my album and frankly, having tried 4 times to post them rotated I give up. Its somthing to do with having newly downloaded Picassa. Turn your heads. You need the exercise anyway.}

What I am thinking is that when we travel later this year it would be nice to have a book which records not only design ideas I will come across ( nay,go searching for) but also little drawn recordings of, say, the cafe I had lunch, or the colours in the sea and some collage maybe of tickets and brochure pictures, combined with the writing I like to do. I will not be able to carry too many art products and, whilst I may improve with work this year, I anticipate that I shall still be at the standard of simplistic representation rather than Art, ( Unless you interpret that word in the kindergarten sense).

So, I was going to practice. Only there were so many other things I needed to do and finish it seemed a bad idea to start yet another project right now. Except I wanted to. Even though I really had to organise the tasks already at hand And so, knowing I had time yesterday hanging around airports ( where they have, thank God, not yet developed a theory that I could kill someone with a Caran D'Ache wax pastel and a watercolour brush, although I did have to smuggle the water in a very small container in with my makeup) I decided to start a visual To Do list.

It is simplistic. It was fun. It started me off. Now I have to go and do some of the things on the list, all of which look much more inviting to do simply because they are so colourful! But why is it that once posted the work looks soooo much more childish than in real life?!!

Gloating

Booking for Festival of Quilts opened today at midday. So, was I at my computer, fingers poised, credit card ready? Um no. I was on a podium in a conference venue at London Gatwick airport talking about Forced Marriages. Arrgh! Not that the show sells out - you can pay on the day. And the lectures don't sell out either - the auditorium is pretty big. ( I know. I shared a stage there once with Ricky Tims. Ok, he was on it at Festival and I was on it a week earlier talking to lawyers about enforcing contact orders, but still...!)

So why the panic? Because the workshops sell pretty quickly. Which is where having a retired husband is handy. (I just asked him if he preferred to be called retired or stay at home. He requests 'Major Domo'). I left him a detailed list of requests from me and Best Quilting Buddy Lesley and strict instructions to go online at midday prompt.

Being scared by the frenzied look which no doubt accompanied this instruction he went on at ten to midday 'for a dry run to check my route'. Horror - booking was open early and, deducing from the varying numbers of tickets left Other People had been buying. In a sweat he began to frantically click and search the diary. Meanwhile I am trying to be entertaining about changes to child maintenance and looking at the little clock on the lectern and crossing my fingers that all will be well. I finish. I switch on the mobile phone. No signal. I fight past two hundred delegates to the Hilton Hotel restaurant. Still no signal. I go up to the lobby. No flippin' signal. I go outside and there, with Boeing 777's thundering overhead I get the message:

"All systems go,go,go. I hope.Love you."

He hopes????

I ring. He is smug. Since he sent the text not only has the confirmation come through that in fact he did not foul up but also he has been back on the booking system and the three workshops we booked are already sold out. Crazy! And people think quilters are sweet old ladies who make patchwork tea cosies for their great nieces. Imagine the cyber-fighting-at-the door-of-the -January-sales that must have been going on! Anyway this is how come a show that costs £10 to get into is going to cost me more than a family holiday in Europe.

I shall - as you might have guessed from the illustrations - be going down to Birmingham early to do a two day workshop with Sandra Meech pre-show called Connecting Art to Stitch. So that's six nights hotel then. During the show we both get to do a three hour workshop Create and Colour with Clare Martin where we play with different product and an hours slot with Laura Kemshall. Plenty of the four days left for shopping and shopping, ahem, I mean looking at quilts and - um, shopping ( make that a family holiday in the Maldives) together with a lecture on design from Magie Grey, a lecture on Egyptian Quiltmakers by Jenny Bowker and a session on embroidering on water soluble film. With dancing one evening and the company of a wonderful and entertaining friend... I can't wait.

PS. Does anyone need a lecture on Forced Marriage any time this year? I have bills to pay!

Learning photo stuff

You may notice the new banner. Thanks go to Brenda who rang me all the way from Australia to teach me how to do it. She has a tutorial on her blog sidelines as well. Also to my Dad who took the photo - my original intention was to use a piece of my own patchwork but this photo suits the template colours so much better.



I have also discovered Picassa today and spent hours trying to organise my pictures, Digital cameras are great in letting you snap away to get the best shot but I have learned today that it is a good idea to weed out the duds fairly frequently!



I have learned how to make a Picassa album which will come in handy when we start to travel later this year and I want to share my photos with you all. Until then, because the Twelve by Twelve challenge this time around is Windows, I have made a test album of all the photos I held of windows in case any one needs inspiration.