Showing posts with label Chorley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chorley. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 July 2011

News



At last.
The Exhibition at Astley Hall is up and looks amazing even though I say it myself. If you live anywhere in the vicinity it would be great to see you. Easy parking, nice cafe, lovely old Hall to view and then pop across to the Coach House Gallery upstairs for our exhibition.
70 pieces from 9 people. Mostly new works and some older ones.
Heres a bad view of the hall which is a gem.
 Here is the Coach House, newly restored and waiting for you!
My days for minding the exhibition are this coming Saturday, then 20th August, and 4th September.
I live quite nearby so I think I'll be popping in on other occasions.
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Other plans for the summer: a week in Dorset. I had a bee in my bonnet about Dorset and have found a delightful little cottage which happens to be the home of a Textile artist. It was meant to be. We got a cancellation.
A trip to the Festival of Quilts on the Thursday is also booked, and a visit to the Royal Exchange theatre next week . Then its the big six-o.
Oh.

Monday, 13 July 2009

Not Bright and Cheerful



This group of brooches is bright and cheerful but not representative of how I am feeling at the moment.
(I have put a few of the more subtle colours in my etsy shop but if you are interested in any of these please get in touch. They are all the same price)

Its a mystery to me why one day you feel quite happy and motivated and the next you have the blues for no apparent reason.
I have been very busy for a long time and have been looking forward to today when I can get on with other pressing matters..(really pressing; ironing actually among other things) but I woke up this morning feeling as if my face was on the floor.

Then I went into my local town and found it as always a deeply depressing experience.
Streets full of charity shops and pound shops and empty shops and people walking about eating pies for elevenses.
Horribly uneven pink block paving covers the lovely old cobbles on the main street; the Market has been enhanced by two ridiculous pointy structures that William Morris would have loathed. They are neither useful nor beautiful...but I doubt our local planners have any inkling who William Morris was.

I could go on and in fact composed a whole 'what a depressing town' post in the car in my head on the way home but will save it for another day when my mood will allow me to do it with a more tongue in cheek approach.

The event at the weekend, in a far nicer place, while yielding a few sales was not as successful as I had hoped.
As we have had a good week in the healthy eating department I kept myself down the non-food end of the village hall, and for two days successfully resisted hot potato pies, and cream cakes.
Even when they brought the unsold cakes down to the table next me to be sold off I stuck to my resolve and didn't binge when I got home.


So I can only conclude that todays mood is a result of not eating cake.
What do you think?


Mo
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