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Whew. I made a pit-stop (an out of the way one, that is) in Covent Garden on my way home. I had planned on going to The Bead Shop, but stopped at the Cath Kidston store on my way. There … Continue reading
Whew. I made a pit-stop (an out of the way one, that is) in Covent Garden on my way home. I had planned on going to The Bead Shop, but stopped at the Cath Kidston store on my way. There … Continue reading
Lovely Leigh on Sea. We went back again, if you can believe it. This time, we rode the c2c train from Fenchurch Street (only 42 minutes — it takes me that long to get from here (London) to Highbury and … Continue reading
Rob’s worried that the internet now thinks he’s lazy: sleeping until it’s nearly gone ten and letting me make breakfast for him and all (actually, he might be fine with my making breakfast for him). Well, internet, revise your opinion. … Continue reading
Blogging can be like drinking water: you don’t do it as much as you should, but sometimes when you start, you just can’t stop. That said, I’ll probably go silent for a week now. Can never tell with these things. … Continue reading
The finches are no longer afraid of new things, so long as the new things in question can be used as nesting material. The only problem is that they’d rather not have to carry more than one strand of thread … Continue reading
Mmmm, jam and clotty cream. This is my special Saturday breakfast, enjoyed, you might be appalled to hear, before the clock struck 7am. Clotted cream and strawberry jam were made for each other, whether you apply them cream-then-jam or jam-then-cream … Continue reading
It’s been an overcast, rainy day since I woke up. Even with my lamp on, the crafty room is dark. But my desk is cleaner than it’s been in months! So what do I do? Take shadowy photos in the … Continue reading
I ran a couple errands today after work: got some treats for the birds (both inside birds and outside birds), bought flowers to take photos of for a book cover, picked up a few random groceries. I was going to … Continue reading
Frankie and Ira want you to know: millet is not scary. Oh, you might have heard the rumours, but they’d like you to know that there was absolutely no flapping around and avoiding the otherwise-coveted real-branch perch. No, no, not … Continue reading
Phew. Well, I don’t know about you, but I had a very productive day. First off, I finished the polar bear and mouse for an order going to exotic Paris, France: Then I made the cushion covers I’d been meaning … Continue reading