Bright sunny days and light evenings, tulips and daffs flowering along with anemones, grape hyacinths and forget-me-nots. What's not to like about this time of year? Of course, the date the clock's go forward by an hour is strange as you feel oddly discombobulated for the entire day. The same goes for when the clocks go back in the autumn. Time's shifted when it's normally so dependable, and your internal body clock needs a while to adjust. In between gardening and allotmenting I've completed another page for my Ann Wood stitchbook, and that - if my maths is correct - means I've only 6 more pages to sew before I'm all done 'n' dusted. I also began making another fabric book, this one nothing to do with the stitchbook challenge. I have a rectangle of sample fabric that's ideal for a cover, being a sturdier upholstery material, and sewed a scrap of Indian embroidery on to it. Plus added a sari-silk ribbon as a closure. ...
Usually, if there's something to do other than cleaning & tidying I'll ditch the housework and have fun elsewhere. But occasionally you have to accept the inevitable and drag the vacuum cleaner around. My sitting room was looking like a bombsite, overflowing with crafty stuff, while the front bedroom wasn't much better. That was being used as a dumping ground for the crafty overflow. I blitzed both rooms, brushing carpets, wiping surfaces, binning what wasn't worth keeping and bagging up unwanted stuff for the charity shop. I also rearranged my bookshelves. Bringing together from various places all my craft books and - blimey! - I seem to have acquired rather a lot. I didn't realise I'd amassed so many. Well, I shouldn't run out of inspiration any time soon, should I? Not with all those reference books to hand. I also shouldn't buy any more books for a while ... I bundled lots of paper scraps into this pink storage tu...