Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 January 2010

diary, letters

This is the illustration on the front of my day to day diary for this year. Its kind of perfect. I think I might have to make myself a hairband like that. Today my wishes are for letters from a friend to arrive soon...I miss words like unravelled yarn, tumbling...

Friday, 6 November 2009

cream and white

My friends send me the most wonderful things... inspiring words and stream of consciousness thoughts... photographs of winter trees in which the criss cross of branches look like little fairy ladders, and beautiful white vintage lace...

And I spotted these at the supermarket of all places. Such beautiful cards... I will be sending them this yuletide, but of course, a few will be kept to adorn the walls of my bedroom.

This week has been all about trips to the library sale (children's books for 10p!), knitting endlessly (my meditation), and planning our little trip away next week..

happy weekend. x

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Lady of Letters

This week I am a lady of letters... in more ways than one.

1. LOOKING at letters.
I am reading Patterns of Childhood and gosh I adore those old samplers. I remember spending a few blissful hours in the embroidery room at the Burrell Collection in Glasgow. It was in that room I decided to work towards some kind of 'domestic art' business venture one day and to leave behind my previous career in the book trade. I knew then my passions had shifted (though I still adore books, I just don't want to work with them).

2. MAKING letters.
I am spending every evening sewing and embellishing fabric letters. They are very pretty (pictures to follow). These are for selling on Etsy and also for a friend's daughter's bedroom and my own daughter's room too.

3. I have always loved WRITING letters. And I am enjoying rekindling old penships and writing long rambling letters full of ideas, shared experiences, favourite poems and pictures torn from magazines.

4. Then there is READING letters and postcards that flutter to my doormat. And I always did have a 'thing' about postmen...