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With friends like ours…

…Jam Tarts will be a great success! Hoo ha.

It was hard work, a bit of stress, a lot of tidying up (thank you Karen and family), some biscuit making (thank you Lyndall), some moving and lifting and arranging (thank you Rob and Ant), and a lot of encouragement from a lot of friends. Thank you so much – for liking what we make, for pitching up to show your support, and for buying stuff. Please don’t stop :)

I took a few photos.

Here are some frames, and that’s Anne behind the glass with her arms full of blankets:

more frames and mirrors (South African readers will recognise the old burglar bars now cunningly put to new use – what South African doesn’t have a whole stack of old rusty ones in their garage…!!):

blankets and bags and scarves:

more blankets and bags and scarves:

table mats, button jewellery, paper hearts, blankets and beanies:

more frames (and Anne’s mug of half-drunk tea), and more blankets:

tea cosies, shrugs, blankets (no, really?) and crucifixes:

Dawn models her new flower scarf – hot off Anne’s hook:

Every single visitor commented on Karen and Ant’s beautiful Victorian
house. It was the perfect venue. It was the perfect day.  We think we might be onto a good thing. Like I said earlier, hoo ha.

To be continued…

fishing for…time?

No time to concentrate on coming up with a decent blog this week – am really pushed for time getting ready for the Jam Tarts open day a week on Saturday –  we’ve invited everyone we know, and the last thing I want to hear people think is, Really? Is this it? So, I glue, I mould, I stitch, I stick, I paint, I shape, I hustle…My kitchen looks like Santa’s elves’ workshop, and my lounge looks like I don’t even know what, just a huge shambles.  Even my bedroom is bad – I woke up with 2 buttons under me this morning, and then stubbed my toe on a stack of semi-ready mirror frames on my way to the bathroom.

So, here is a picture of some fish. I did them in cross stitch a long long time ago, and found the old oak frame in a junk shop under layers of black enamel. Scraped it down, stretched the fish, and voilà. Please note that one of the little guys is swimming against the current. That one is me right now.

To be continued…

Finish what you start

Sometimes I start something and then don’t finish it right away. The bolt of  inspiration fades in the light of excitement about the next brilliant idea. Sometimes the stretch of time between one point and the other is so long that I forget about the thing begun until I tidy the top of the chest of drawers in my bedroom and uncover it. Then I think, But this is damn nice, why on earth didn’t I finish it? And then I do.  

Here is my latest creation. It only took me eighteen months :)

To be continued…