This week has been busy and getting busier. I wish I had some creativity to share, but unfortunately my cutting table is covered in to-do lists and calculators and other boring things.
So here, instead, is a gratuitous photo of part of my stash, which lives in a cherished and well loved white antique amoire in the studio. Sometimes at the end of a crazy day, I find myself just standing in the quiet half light, drinking a cup of tea and staring at my stash. So much possibility.
And then, of course, something rings or beeps or cries or yells; and I take a deep breath and close the door.
But my stash quietly waits there, patient with me as always. Maybe tomorrow it will become something beautiful.
Beautiful spaces here x