And five o'clock sunset..

Glorious, but not warm

 

Red Sky In The Morning

And gulls in a row...

Snowy here, and stonkingly cold... Brr, fire time

 

One paw....

....lightly sticking out. She's in doormat mode...

 

As she means to go on...

On the compost bin...

OCP for the New Year, have a good one...

 

Word for The Year 2023...

 ...is UNCOVER

As the house has developed strata of a singularly archeological character...

Happy New Year!

Sunrise

Either I was up earlier, or the sunrise was

 

Moonrise

 

                                                        Cold, but lovely

All my old work books, order books, and assorted trashy paper removed, and burned. A weight off my mind and my attic...

Drunk Baby

HB and I went to a little quilt show near Ely in the summer, and I sat at my Singer 99k hand crank and made the Improv Drunkards Path blocks for this baby quilt... Rather fun, and I'm just about to light the fire and finish the binding... 

I have this theory that babies are born drunk, which is why they are incomprehensible-of-speech and tend to stagger about until about the age of two, when they finally sober up... And this is why the "terrible twos" happen, as they have the most stonking hangover...

One charm-pack of Grunge Spot and about two metres of Oakshott Longshott in grey - I think this may have all gone...

Pattern soon

 

Aaaargh

 Broke, and tired, and too much mess, and too many people asking for impossible things and then being cross because I don't have them, and bloody Brexit has shafted my business, and postal strikes likewise, and I'm hurting, and I've absolutely had enough...

And I'm lonely and so so tired.. And cold. Going to bed

Walking to the Library, Webbed Walls and Garlanded Gates

Lovely!

Unbeweavable

Corners and posts

And my lovely Rowan Tree shimmering

If I drew this you would say it was much too fanciful...

Busy spiders everywhere...