old friends

One of the unexpected yet delightful pleasures of working my way through The Stash has been my re-aquaintance with fabrics I have long forgotten.  Despite loving these fabrics enough to part with money, once they became that blind/cushion/doorstop, they stopped speaking to me in the same way that they had in the store.  Whilst fitting perfectly in-situ, they almost become invisible to me.  But […]

Under the frankincense tree

Copywriter by day, aspiring children's author by night. Part-time student, full-time mum. A publishing journey.

Avenue 57

stash busting patchwork and projects

Does my bum look 40 in this?

stash busting patchwork and projects