Lavender Tomato Pincushions - restocked!

Goodness - Tomato Pincushions stuffed full of crushed walnut shell and organic lavender - so they smell as lovely as they look! They're solid and heavy and topped with a vintage button. Almost impossibly good! And? Large and small - they're all stocked up in the shop!

 

Workroom glimpse.

Around here....

Thinking about: growing up.

I celebrated my forty-fifth birthday last week with a gentle four-mile run, coffee with the middle school principal, the acquisition of some South African slang, and ouzo shots with the waiter. On my thirty-fifth birthday, I was pregnant with my second child. My boyfriend forgot my twenty-fifth. I don't even remember my fifteenth.
So, what changes over the years? Nothing. Well, Everything - of course. I'm married, I have two sons, I'm a homeowner.
But that's not what I'm talking about.
If you'd met me in my twenties, you would probably have described me as insecure and mercurial. If you met me now, you probably wouldn't but that's only because I'm better at hiding it. (Meaning that I have fewer pairs of Dr. Martens and more interpersonal skills.) Some things never change. My hair and my room are still a mess. I'm still recklessly enthusiastic. I'm still a sympathetic audience. A poor driver. A worse speller. I will never understand table runners. That's what I'm talking about. The immutable me-ness. The stuff that doesn't change.
And I think I would like a new pair of Docs.

New quilt!

New quilt in the shop! I must say - I had the loveliest time putting this one together.

Workroom glimpse.

Around here....

Remember when school started After Labor Day? That was so civilized. My kids went back to school last week, with all their new shoes and highlighters, and there's no-one around during the day to photobomb my selfies. And I'm listening to far too much news. More than anyone should. Ask me anything about Ebola.