Rags to Riches

I WILL be creating with those lovely papers from Whimsy but for now they are being hoarded with my other treasures while I felt and stitch and build shop pages. I've been busy and really feel like I am making progress at last.

Meanwhile I met Cairi to discuss the next Wool Gathering which has a recycling theme and I just happen to have scheduled it for the day after the annual jumble sale in the village hall! I'm hoping that the leftover clothing and any other textiles we find will inspire us to create new and stunning works of wearable or usable art...or at the very least that we have fun with scissors.

Hugh was away from early this morning so Ash and I enjoyed a wonderfully peaceful walk in the frosty fields not far from home. Did I take the camera... of course not. Mind you by the time I had gloves and drawing pins (thumb tacks, folks) and a rolled poster in my pockets there wasn't much room left. Well, said jumble sale needs to be advertised (you know, so we get lots of quality clothes and bric-a-brac to sell back to each other) and I knew I would be passing the church noticeboard on the way. Ash was not amused at the delay as I fumbled about removing out-of-date notices - Christmas Service anyone? - in order to fit mine in.

I'm fitting this post in round baking flapjacks and drinking a cup of tea, or in my case, spilling a cup of tea on the keyboard. Bad move. Just removed them from the oven and they smell delicious. I added chopped up brazil nuts and dates and some linseeds so now they are an entirely justifiable snack food crammed full of cholestorol reducing, magnesium boosting, gut strengthening healthiness. Yeah, right.

The pic is of a big jacket I knitted for myself at Christmas. I bought yarn, I didn't spin it. What a treat! Forgot buttonholes so I fashioned a toggle idea out of coconut buttons either side with a plaited yarn loopy thingy. Well, I'm probably not going to fasten it anyway...

And this is The Border Tart! Drawn for me by the talented Maureen but I coloured her in all by myself. She'll be minding the shop for me.