Saturday 28 March 2009
Thursday 26 March 2009
and equipment.. *
doesn't mean I know what to do with them.
I'm feeling like a fish with a bicycle at the moment.
I've made a few bits of felt working on this idea, but they are not so great.
The back is better,
so I did a little piece like the back, with moderate success,
but it needs more work.
They all do.
And I discovered how to print onto fabric from the computer .
But so what?
My last few posts resulted in squillions of comments which of course I replied to. (I had to!)
I also received two awards..A Sisterhood award from Lisette,
and a 'Kreativ Blogger' award from Ashley.
Both their blogs are lovely places to visit and I thank them both for their awards. I pass them on to any of my readers who would like to fulfill the condition, the main one being to link back to the person who awarded you.
That would be me.
And if you are one of the dozens(I know , I've got stat counter) who clicked on the cats face picture and got a shock, its your own fault!
I told you not to.
Back when I've got something better to blog about.
*Not an enema kit.
Saturday 21 March 2009
Friday 20 March 2009
In a way these two titles are linked.
In Marrakech Iwas fascinated by these metal grilles on windows especially when our guide told us that name relates to 'seeing without being seen' and Arabic houses have these as a feature, in many shapes and sizes. This one is a 'monkeyed about with' version.
I use that term to describe my process with photoshop in which I translated the original version of this picture to the one you see above. I describe that process in more detail on flickr and if you click on the picture you will be taken there and enlightened further.
So, I am working for an exhibition with a theme of structures and will use these structures as my inspiration. we'll see how it goes and I'll keep you posted.
I suppose 'seeing without being seen' is one way to describe a person who reads blogs unnoticed by the blogger. Perhaps you do that and thats fine.
But if you make a comment I try my very best to find a way to reply to you. I click reply and then e mail a message..perhaps not every time but I hope you will agree that I usually do.
If you come up as 'no-reply' and there are a few of those, I try to find your blog and usually leave you a comment now and then. Its more time consuming to do that so there will be fewer of those from me. But there will be some. and I have little look at your blog too.
Then there are people who comment and no matter what I do I can't find a way to reply.So a general thank you in a post will have to suffice.
I like reading blogs. I like to comment if I have something to say. I don't mind being seen, and on the whole I get replies or comments back from most people. I'm not talking tit for tat, I don't need one every time and its always a bonus. It makes me feel like a part of the great blog community.
But have you noticed? There are one or two bloggers who never ever, no matter how many comments you leave, because you genuinely respect their work and what they do, deign to send a reply, or reciprocate by leaving a comment.
I mean never.
They are seeing without being seen.
They peer through their own personal Moucharabia, showing off their goods and elicting praise and comment and suck it all up, but never venture out into the bright sunlit courtyard of the comments boxes on other blogs.
Sorry to complain, but why do they bother? There is an option to 'close comments'.
The particular persons I am referring to will not be reading this I feel sure.
EDIT: TWO DAYS LATER: SECOND THOUGHTS: This post drew so many comments and private e mails from people who had no need to feel guilty at all so it made me think more about the subject.
I repeat that I don't necessarily expect replies to comments but just some sort of acknowledgement once in a while, from people whose work I have continually commented on, that I exist.
Of course, anyone can conduct themselves in any way they like. We all blog for different reasons and its not for me to dictate. I am fortunate in that I don't have to go out to work every day, so probably have more time to surf.
I had a link from Karen who has a full time job, and then spends her free time sewing exquisite work by hand, so her time is precious.(Having said that she has still found time to comment on other blogs)
I think I just wanted indulge myself with the Moucharabia metaphor....
Wednesday 18 March 2009
It was a lovely day just right for a spur of the moment jaunt.
I persuaded Margaret to join me and she brought her friend Forbes who was extremely bossy when I went too fast, but told us when to turn right and left so we didn't get lost.
(As Margaret will testify, I have no sense of direction and couldn't find my way out of a paper bag)
We arrived with only one 'ambiguous direction' moment, at Wingham Wool Works, the home of all things fleecy and fibrous..
(Click on the pictures to have a nosey at the goods.)
Behind this green door, (Wentworth Green of Course) lies an Aladdins cave of wool, yarn, silk, and everything one's heart could desire.
I loved these old wool hampers piled up at the back.
I spent a lot of money!
This morning, another sunny warm Spring day, I heard a parcel arrive on the doormat.
When I opened it I found this, pink tissue, patterned sellotape and a lovely typewritten message
with a pretty little sticker on the bottom , unmistakeably Viv of Hens Teeth.
Look what was inside!
It just whispers 'Vintage' to you..it has a beautiful soft, not exactly worn, or faded, but just old -fashioned nostalgic style.
Its absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you so much Viv.
The sun doesn't travel round to the back of the house until the afternoon so I was quite surprised when I went out into the garden to see these bright cheerful and robust Anemone Blanda thrusting themselves up into the sunshine for all they were worth.
I'd forgotten we had them.
But with the warmer weather comes other less welcome garden activity. The sun lights up the tell tale trails.
The winter ceasefire stops here.
The mollusc war begins anew.
There was someone else taking advantage of the spring sunshine from inside the house.
Oblivious to my macro lens.
Sunday 15 March 2009
Such a wonderful package even before I opened it. I only know about brown parcels.Didn't know you could get gorgeous bright ones like this.
A look at the label gave me a clue
Inside it was stuffed with lovely papers,
and an Arlee Original
Some fantastically soft copper foil
and gorgeous silver paper
Thank you so much Arlee, it brightened my week and it was very generous and thoughtful of you.
Friday 13 March 2009
I find them quite interesting and some are better than others.
There are 82 of them all depicting idyllic scenes of a pre world war two Britain, children, gardens,
But I don't remember planes like these.
The trouble now is that I really don't want to part with these pictures . They would look lovely framed.
Many of them were repeated so I gave up.
(postcards from wildwood!) Its lovely to hear from you all.
Thursday 12 March 2009
Despite worrying about not being able to haggle in the souks, I managed to come home with a healthy cross section of all they had to offer.
My room mate said I was talking in my sleep.
'Too much choice!'
But after my initial purchase of a carpet,yes..I succumbed, and the above gorgeous green basket at knock down prices, I was away.
A 'Silver' mirror, bought in a flurry without much choosing and I am sorry its almost the same as one my friend bought a year earlier, but once we looked at it the bargaining began.
At the carpet warehouse I thought I would not be able to able to afford one, and indeed, when I saw my hearts desire and was told it was 'Only one hundred and fifty quids' I said as much.
But I needn't have worried as I eventually paid one sixth of that.
Its beautiful, woven with silk in all my favourite colours.
But I forgot to ask if its a kilim and where it was woven.
These little beads must have taken someone ages to make, and I do feel somewhat ashamed of bargaining till they became affordable.
These wooden utensils are so lovely as was the maker who did not ask a ridiculously high price so I paid the price he asked.
In the Berber pharmacy we lost all sense of value..was it the result of the shoulder massage or the hard sell?
But somehow, like the bottle of Ouzo you bought because you drank it in a water's edge taverna on a Greek Island, does not taste quite the same on a cold wet day in Lancashire, the creams and rose cologne and block of fragrant amber that smelled so delicious in Morocco, smell sickly and overpowering back home.
and in the carriage in front?
Smaller trophies were given (for a little monetary consideration )
On the return journey, with a baggage allowance of 20kg I hit 19.9!
I also bought some leather slippers for my husband, which when opened almost made us high with the smell of the glue, and two woolly hats which are far too big for anyone, a lovely pair of woven scarves, and some Moroccan pastries at the airport.
These aren't even as good as the ones in the soukh.