This piece has emerged into what I see as "The Road To St. Mawes". It's a little village near the sea on The Roseland Peninsular of Cornwall which we visit more than once a year in the area that I would love to live one day in the future. We have become very familiar with it over the past 14 years and I hope to make it my home eventually.
I am now having the pleasure of stitching this slow cloth to give the texture to the patchwork fields and found these wooden beads a lovely addition.
You could say that my life over the next ten years could be said to be the road to St. Mawes. Hopefully as colourful as this cloth.
Our hearts must lie with those people of Haiti who are suffering the effects of the earthquake there.
This little stitched heart has magic around it (a gift from Jude of
Spirit Cloth). It is magic used sparingly.
The snow melted here today but this snowy scene was from my window earlier in the week. I have noticed how the weather influences what I want to stitch. Snowy, cold and bright with sun makes me want to play with pale linens, pale pinks and greys. Muted colours.
Cloudy grey days of winter with slushy snow make me crave the richer gem-like colours. It's strange isn't it?
...and this is what happens in my dreams at night when fabric and the scenes of my day merge ... often it keeps me awake ... sometimes it soothes ... occasionally it inspires
