a walk on the wilde side

the lovely on line gallery www.Fromthewilde.com are now selling my silver birch tea cosies, egg cosies and cushions - that's a whole woodland of pieces!.  I'm feeling very flattered that my pieces are amongst such beautiful things, and what with the Brinsley wreck being almost habitable it starts to feel like the good life is only a small step away (and a walk on the wilde side is here already!)

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Not enough hours in the day

I have a craft fair to go to over the bank holiday weekend, and while I already have a lot of stock to take, I was anticipating that I would have plenty of time to get all of the little bits and pieces done - but I have no idea when I'm going to fit it all in, the weeks seem to be flying by and I haven't even had chance to go running more than twice a week - I really could do with creating a 26 hour in a day, theres loads of ideas I want to get off the ground for TreeHuggery, and loads of ideas for my textiles degree, but at the minute I'm having to keep them all in my head - with the occasional burst out that becomes a sketch of ideas!  Hopefully the delay will come out as some really tactile, and colourful ideas. 

ice, ice baby

Just come back from a lovely evening run across the fields - there were 100s of bunnies scampering off as we approached, and we found some new footpaths that have only just  been cleared, its lovely running in new places.
When we got back, we decided we ought to hose our legs down with icy cold water - we used to do it all the time when we were training for races, as it helps prevent injuries - to be honest I was dreading doing it, and stuffed my hand in my mouth, expecting that i was going to scream, but after such a hard run on a hot summers evening, it was a lovely refreshing feeling, and something i ought to get used to.

Hold the Front Page

After another typical day  ...go for a run and a dog tries to attack me, and a stressed out horse is on the wrong side of the electric fence, then go post to a letter, and a dog nearly knocks the door down, then go shopping and nearly get run over by a man reversing, who's oblivious to everything else apart from getting his parking spot.....and thinking here we go again, I've just had a lovely suprise.... some of my first year textile work is being displayed on the home page of the Open College of the Arts....
Daft thing is, I looked at it and thought, mmmm that looks like the kind of thing that I'd do, it was only when I checked the name, and looked back at the piece, that I managed to believe in myself enough to know it was mine. This was my working samples for the Sirens corset that I did for the final submission.
I've always thought that it would be lovely to have my work on the home page, and now I've had a piece exhibited on the home page as well as showcased during the final submission - its a nice surprise.

Treetime Teatime!

because its always time for tea!, to compliment the egg cosies, I now have a range of tea cosies too  - available from http://www.treehuggery.co.uk/Tea-Cosies.html

The Death List

This morning I've been working in a pharmacy shop, earning some extra money to pay for the fine art printing.  I noticed that they have a "death list" a list of people who have died, so that they can tactfully avoid inadvertently delivering prescriptions, phoning with reminders etc, so imagine my horror when, as I was leaving, they asked if they should add me to the list.  As it turns out they were referring to a list of people who can help out, and not the list of the dead - I really shouldn't jump to conclusions.....

where the streets have no names....

Today I've been doing a mail drop of electorial reminders - I've quite enjoyed myself walking around, first basking in the sunshine, and later being refreshed by the rain (although not so good for the envelopes) and I have enjoyed listening to a group of young lads trying to decide whether I was a postman or post lady (I can't remember ever being to PC when I was their age)
That aside I never realised how difficult it was to do deliveries - there's an enormous amount of houses that don't have numbers; some streets don't seem to have any street signs; lots of streets veer off into alleyways, that on first sight look like they're only a walk through, but actually have houses up there; letter boxes are so discrete they're almost impossible to find, and when you do eventually find them, they're so full of draft excluders, that its almost impossible to post a letter through them, and then of course there's always the fear that if you guide the letter in with your hands that a dog will take a nasty bite of your fingers (i've known it happen to far too many people)
Thankfully I didn't do what one postie friend did, which was walk half way up a drive way, before realising that he was walking in freshly laid concrete - oops.... I can't say that I blame him for swiftly retracing his steps,  chucking the junk mail and cleaning his shoes in a nearby stream.
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