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It's been awhile

Things are a little different round here.

For one - I've started making jewellery again. Two - I now like gardening.
Three - the time came to bid farewell to Bug's original collections. Please don't be sad. New fantastic things are coming.

I still like toast. Things haven't changed that much.

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You can see the new adventure take shape through my blog.

INTO THE GARDEN

INTO THE GARDEN

  It is actually okay not to do anything. It is allowed. This is such a bizarre concept. The doing of nothing. Why do we find it so hard not to do anything? There is always something to do. So after a little resistance, I stopped doing stuff. Without anything to do and such nice weather, I went into the garden.

HOME

HOME

It must have been all the house talk. I talked a lot about houses last year. Wax carved houses, silver houses, enamelled houses. Houses like lockets - with back walls that lower down to reveal secret drawbridge gardens. With swings and paddling pools and space hoppers. All the houses that I've lived in and how I would make them in miniature silver form. And...

RETURN OF THE MOJO

RETURN OF THE MOJO

A couple of weeks ago, between the hours of 4 and 6pm, on a Wednesday afternoon, something magnificent happened. Something miraculous, marvellous and long over due. Making happened.

GRANDPA'S HANDS

GRANDPA'S HANDS

I have my Grandpa's hands. Not literally. That would be weird. Especially since he left this world several years ago. It would also be weird, I suppose, if he were still with us. I presume he would quite like to keep his hands. For dunking custard creams into tea and stuff. 

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