My Creative Space

Most of this week's creative energy has been held against it's will and only allowed out for the express purposes of business card design and compliancy efforts and label ordering and other such nonsense. I'll be glad when this part of re-opening the shop is over.

If there's any creative urge left by Saturday I plan on channelling it into the garden, but probably not before trying my hand at this retro sun hat pattern, which was gifted to me along with these fabric scraps, by my sister in law earlier in the week. I love gifts like this the most of all.



The weather's warming up more now, and the humidity is rising. I'm sure in a few weeks time when it's much hotter and the humidity becomes stifling, I will eat these words; but for now I am loving the smell of the evening rain on hot earth and the fresh, dewy kind of anticipation in the air through the days.
It reminds me of home.

Beautiful spaces here x

My Creative Space

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

new old fabrics

My latest acquisitions from Wednesday's adventure