So after seeing all the Spekboom in your new garden (Porticularia Afra – I love saying this name in my mind or out loud – it seems to stretch the mouth in a pleasant way…) I was intrigued to find it on a few UK garden websites.
And then I ordered one. Well actually, I ordered two. One, I gave to Sinead – a little bit of Africa for her new home.
For me – it reminds me of you, and therefore, it feel like it links our two homes ever so slightly…
I often think of my friends or family and wonder what they’re up to, or remember to tell them something. Distance is nothing these days – all it takes is a text or a call.
But my phone is out of reach, I’m in the middle of something and I can’t immediately do it, and I forget.
I’m going to try and stop. Stop what I’m doing and say it immediately.
Hi. How are you? Are you OK? Was today a good day? If I don’t ask, you may not have the time to tell me of your own volition.
So here it is. I miss you and wish you were here.
Well, not right this minute – I’ve got a cold and I’m bunged up and snotty. But I read an article I’d love to share and I watched an interview on the lost art of letter writing.
I love letters. I found some you wrote to me from Rhodes and they’re a wonderful glimpse into a life at a specific time.
I’m going to try and keep up my letters to you. It’s a form of diary too I suppose. And it’s selfish too. Writing is important to me – and I’m hoping this helps me to feel closer to you and inspires my life further. Much love xx
This has been a year of settling in.
We’ve been here for over 4 years and after a three week holiday with you we came home and it didn’t feel like a home. So we decided to do something about it.
Originally this was a temporary base until we bought our own place. We made do and put up with a lot and it finally wasn’t working.
My 'new' antique hat box for the wool for my current project
So out with the old and not so old and in with the new and comfortable.
Pictures are on the walls, crockery has been replaced, a new sofa arrives this week, and our new bed is bloody marvellous! Its meant spending money on ‘things’ – but a little comfort and ‘homeliness’ has been worth it.
Its also been a year of reading good books from favourite authors I haven’t read in years
The top one will be on its way to you soon!
and re reading books I've loved.
With so many unfinished projects upstairs you’d think I would start on one of them… But no! That’s not my way at all.
So I decided what I need is probably just a girls night, or weekend away to cure my blues. Now I am stuck with the predicament – wish you were here to go tearing around some fun place and drinking to much champagne … Don’t want to make you sad! Just wish you were here!!
All my life I have collected stones. As young girls at Hole in the Wall where Grandpa had a cottage we collected them for Mom.
They were round smooth stones to be painted and used as paperweights.
Then we started mining ‘precious’ stones for ourselves, keeping them in any empty glass jar we could lay our hands on. Pinks, creamy colours, and dusty reds. We spent hours of every school holiday in the stream on the farm digging.
That is also where I first found clay – though I can’t remember how I knew it was usable.
Perhaps Dad came along one day and found it or possibly Craig. Dad used to make clay oxen with it – something he learned to make as a child. I still have some he made.
I collect stones all the time. Weekends at Hole in the wall, holidays in Greece, our honeymoon in Natal, a few days in Dover when a friend swam the channel and recently a walk on the Devon moors. Also every time we visit Phil’s Mum and go anywhere near a pebbly beach.
They catch my eye, call to me and end up at home where Phil frowns
and in mock exasperation asks me where I’m going to put them all!
I just love looking at them. I pick them up and hold them – so solid in my hand. I fill ceramic boxes with special stones. The round grey Hole in the Wall stones I keep in my studio,sometimes using them. They remind me of places, faces… Memories that stretch from Childhood to this very moment.
My dearest Tara Jane, well done on your first commission, what exciting news! It got me thinking about all the special bits of fabric, lace and all sorts I have stashed away in my many hat boxes. Some of them … Continue reading →