the sweetest flower

On a chilly morning, and swapping the annoyance of no hot water for a walk under an uncertain sky, I made my way to Kew Gardens to see the famous bluebells.

own self do it

This was the way my brother, as a little boy, let it be known that he could do whatever the ‘it’ was by himself, thank you. I’ve been seeing and doing quite a lot of it myself lately.

making one’s mark

Coming back on the train the other day I sat near a mother and her little boy, two or three years old; she was keeping him well under control – he was in a bit of a squirm.

what designers talk about

When friends asked me to join them for a second visit to The Fabrics of India I jumped at the chance: there were so many things I’d missed on that quick first recce.

pattern’s in the air

A lot’s happened since I last wrote – where to begin? I’ll start at the finish.

across a crowded room

No use pretending otherwise – I’ve fallen in love three times in as many weeks.

reflections

No sooner was my last blog written than I was off to the hospital for an xray on that pesky knee.