Some of you have seen this photo before, and a very few of you have seen the items in ‘real’ life!
For a number of years I have allowed myself the luxury of 15 minutes creative time each day. The creativity can take any form, but I make sure that I do something every day. 15 minutes isn’t long – but as I’m not trying to accomplish my life’s work within this time I can do just whatever I want. I count the days off – first as weeks, and then as two-weeks, or fortnights, culminating in 100 days – and then I start again. This picture represents the 100 that ended on 6th November. For the first time I bound all my efforts into little handmade books – also completed with the 15 minute chunks.
… about naming a blog Chittle Chattle is that occasionally one can indulge in a little gossip! Now let us get this straight. I am not a gossip. Gossip is hurtful and harmful, and this post isn’t meant to be either. It will, though, show how a rumour could start and be magnified into……
Let me begin.
Earlier this week we went out for lunch. It was with good friends and to a place we haven’t previously visited. A glass of wine – good food, lots of chatter and no phototgraphs of either because I was too busy chatting to remember! My viewpoint was restricted as I was sitting with my back to the rest of the room, so had no idea how many people were there or, in fact, if there was anybody there. Our conversation was varied. Our friends have been travelling recently and there were a few anecdotes to share, in fact the food was almost an ‘also ran’ because we were really enjoying their company.
Suddenly, from the depths of ‘behind’ came a wavering female voice. I only caught part of the conversation, but this is the part……
‘So my life is really going to change, and after he’s gone I’ll get the place fumigated’!
What kind of relationship could be that bad?
Come on – I want to hear the rest of the story!
Nothing more was audibly forthcoming, and, because it would have been rude to turn around at that point, I have no idea who actually said it! The room was empty when we left apart from a group of men at the other end of the dining room.
I have, however, thought about it a few times over the last few days and have come to a conclusion.
I think she might have been talking about a dog……………..!
Two posts in one day? Who would have thought it, and this one is much more interesting than what follows…….
Did you know that today is Blog Action Day?
Have I ever encountered inequality in my life?
Fact, not fiction.
I encounter it every day.
Why? Because I am WOMAN
I deal with it.
There will never be total equality in this world. We all have to deal with whatever……. however.
Last week we visited Missenden Abbey again. I had the chance to wander in the grounds even though it was a dank and dull day. It seemed to rain whenever I was free to wander, but I specifically wanted to take a photo of these flowers.
Rudbeckia, otherwise known as Black Eyed Susans and more, is a popular plant in gardens at this time of the year, and is a welcome splash of colour as the days shorten and the sun is less obvious in the sky. However, it wasn’t the perfect bright petals that had drawn my eye but those that were withering and fading. If it had been dry I would have quickly sketched them, but after taking these shots I ran for cover.
I began my stitching journey many years ago, first at the feet of my mother and grandmother and stitched my first sampler, which, of course, was in cross-stitch. I still have it, somewhere. In the late 1980s I embarked upon a City and Guilds course in Creative Embroidery (in truth I think it was called something different then). and I stitched another sampler. This time the ‘samples’ were of threads – different types and, due to the subject matter, shades and colour too.
The subject of the sampler was Rudbeckia. The flowers were hand drawn, then the design transferred to the fabric via a tracing method. Badly stitched (it was very early in the course) it features about a dozen different types of thread, and if you look closely you will see evidence of my very first hand-dyeing efforts. Seeing the Rudbeckias that morning reminded me of this effort, and I think it’s time to make another. This time I will approach it differently. It is on my ‘to do’ list, but first….
….. draw the Rudbeckia!