The House of Liberty…
I’ve always loved flowers and things floral.
So loving Liberty was a given.
Dresses for my daughter thirty years ago.
Making Liberty dolls for the South Yarra Liberty shop when the children were small…also thirty years ago.
I’ve always loved flowers and things floral.
So loving Liberty was a given.
Dresses for my daughter thirty years ago.
Making Liberty dolls for the South Yarra Liberty shop when the children were small…also thirty years ago.
I have a fascination with fungi.
Of the embroidered sort…especially stumpwork.
This is what I’ve been doing.
The oak leaves.
The acorns.
Putting the caps on the toadstools.
This is what I might do next.
On this 15th day of November, I am prompted to write on Priorities.
Outside in our town garden, we have a long hedge of Pittosporum James Stirling. It is a wonderful noise break and privacy provider.
I love Chanel No.5.
I really do.
It is my favourite perfume of all.
But…
Brad Pitt to advertise it?
Nooooo!
I can think of any number of men who would encourage me to buy it so much more than the inestimable Mr.Pitt.
House – my fave place in the world, and the sky is blue.
Porch’s warm and the perfect place for a dry white before dins.
The garden survived the torrential ‘Tornado’ rains of Friday…
Snowball Tree.
“There were two rows of auriculas by the path, very velvety and rich.” Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Last week I was given seven auriculas. They ranged in colour from cream through the softest green to burgundy and black, with a slash of the fiercest french blue thrown in.
Today the postman arrived with a huge sack.
Sent by the publisher for me to use for giveaways etc.
Very exciting.
Aaaand:
The proof copy of A Thousand Glass Flowers.
Both books should be available through all good bookstores in about 14 days.
The silver medal from the Readers’ Favorite’s Book Awards 2012 arrived in the mail yesterday! The REAL THING!!
It’s heavy, it’s on a grosgrain ribbon which spookily are my own nation’s national colours. I hung it round my neck and it sat more perfectly than a diamond necklace. I feel very honoured and have to say that this is the apogee of my writing life.
I’ve known Jane Nicholas for a number of years since I met her when I enrolled in a ‘how to’ class for stumpwork at our local embroidery shop, A Stitch In Time. In the course of conversation, she found out that I was a book and paper-artist and our friendship developed on a number of levels because we have similar backgrounds and we both deal in forms of communication and creative expression. I felt the ringing of those kindred spirit bells, – a sure sign there is a good friendship in the offing.