Who's that peaking out from inside my crochet bag? One of three new friends for my little treasures. The remnants of the skirt I sewed f...

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle wh...

Every man's memory is his private literature. ~Aldous Huxley One of the joys of having Mum stay with us now is that the girls have almo...

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. ~William Wordsworth, 1806 As you might imagine, day...

In the sheltered simplicity of the first few days after a baby is born one sees again the magical closed circle , the miraculous sense of tw...

Here I am resting, waiting, relaxing...still with a very large bump in front of me. We are enjoying the colours Ess and I have chosen to mak...

I have been completing and commencing numerous sewing projects. I am attributing this to the lovely nesting phase I am now in. Although it i...