Rogue Stitches
Occasionally I find an innate wandering mind leads to dropped stitches and their inevitable ladders and holes. It can, however, be a liberating experience to let these travel as far as they can, and enjoy the patterns of their tracks…
Satellite Navigation Systems
A recent journey between print studio and wholesalers took me around the London North Circular. This driving experience was eased by the reassuring female voice coming from the passenger seat as she calmly, and efficiently, directed me to my destination…
Why the Personal is Still the Political
Last night a small male announced that as his sister was nearly seven it was about time she learnt to cook and clean and ‘do everything in the house’. Like mum. Shocking evidence that actions speak louder than words. So I…
On Bleeding Hearts
As I was clearing dead wood this morning I discovered some bleeding hearts. They looked so strange and exotic that I plucked them out and put them in a jar I gave them some water But I think they've died already…
Off The Beaten Track
We went to the seaside today. We took the beach road until it disappeared into the sea. Then we got out of the car and climbed down the cliffs. But all we found was plumbing.
Domestic Science
Today’s Domestic Science Project took an interesting trajectory. Small male wanted to make muffins. Small female wanted to make fairy cakes. A conversation/argument/mild violence took place. Small male wanted to decorate with black icing. Small female wanted to decorate with…