The impossible dream

she is so thin and has marks on her forearms
tears in her eyes
and she wants to come home with me

Cor Cor Cor busier

Aw, that'll be how you spell it then!
Made it to the cathedral crypt - soo glad I went
Real arty farty day all in all
Sadly not allowed to take photographs but if you go to "architect .com " there are some photos of the space there
(going to try to do a link now...)
http://www.architecture.com/WhatsOn/Exhibitions/lecorbusier/exhibition.aspx
there now that wasn't too painful was it?
and this straight to the Art
http://www.architecture.com/WhatsOn/Exhibitions/lecorbusier/Gallery/Exhibition5.aspx

also went to see Sue and Bob's "work in progress" for the Eight days a week - Livepool and Koln exchange
High Tide Low Tide
The Life of Dan - (incorporating Helen's inks!)
this was at the Bluecoat Chambers
http://www.bluecoatdisplaycentre.com/aboutus.asp
where...
there was a Nordic (Ta Da!) exhibition on in one of the galleries.
(bought two books "Nordic felted knits" by Gerd Fjellanger - and a jewellery making book.)
I have mentally blotted out any unsavoury moments of the day and am now about to refuel before attempting to limp out dancing (in my mind), together with general carousing and mischief making.

My little furry friends (the cats...) are sleeping peacefully

Week - yeh, but no, but whatever!

Made the felt for my hat at college

Sid in a playful mood

Brown lining , indigo blue middle

and white merino top

pinning and cutting it now

Sid is very close by

lest we forget

Greetings from the land of the long white paw

Went to my local fabric shop today

bought a yard of fairly tightly woven hessian for the next incarnation of my hat tomorrow at college

mustn't forget the ribbons I took back out of the skip yesterday (complete with a 1970's plastic fantastic container)

and all my bits from my summer courses too - thanks to Helen

oh yes I need my Viking Book to do a silk screen of the urnes style art - maybe

best get that now as I am not too good in the mornings

ahh inspiraion - golden booty (coins etc) for decoration

too much thinking not enough doing

ciao x

Emptying the house of our past

Blah de blah de blah details...

etc

Took Sue's advice and Susan's too

took some photo's of the CELLAR

oops just been joined by Sid for his - evening cuddle - gone off in a sulk due to my continued fascination with the laptop

is now snacking which I feel was his intention all along

photos from the cellar

mostly from the room referrred to as the "Prison" in our chidhood

toys not us I must say

as I've said before 40 odd years of memories...

Musing on my blog

and realise that

Despite ( or to spite) myself

I have actually become creative

at least I am journalling - not an actual word apparently

but seeing as Microsoft...

oops almost slipped into a rant
let's see

tea a tiddy bit of wine and some sunsets and
them -
of course

Lake District February 2008 plus the River Dee Chester some other time

Can't say I have achieved anything today

Good, Bad, Indifferent
Oh no -

I helped my neighbour out
Credits towards Heaven
Overindulged in the wine whilst making tea

Debits

Fed cats

Credits , Credits ,Credits

here have some pix

We are not amused

Two gifts

a banana leaf and an unwanted cat door stop that needed a new home

sadly neither Suki or Sid are impressed so it will have to come to work with me

the banana leaf is drying out on the wall in the bedroom but I may try to do a leaf print with it

that means I will have to start reading my India Flint book and not just look at the pictures

just watching Tom Jones singing his new record live on Graham Norton

cats are scrapping over territory

me I'm calling it a day now

The Hat is starting to take physical form

Being a bit of a bear in nature I really should be hibernating by now

The wind has dropped but snow has landed on the eastern coast of Scotland and England

The cold gets into my bones and the dark nights depress me

Apparently it's a disorder, SAD (seasonal affective disorder).

A time to go within and conserve my energy

Do I up the dose of the pills I take for my nervous disorder

see I shouldn't be blogging in this mood, but it's been weeks now...

might do some more pix of my hat plans.

I think white felted wool and Urnes style Viking Art sewn (or stencilled and sewn )on the outside

plus the longship curls at the back - not sure I can sneak my snow bees in anywhere here and my ice floes and ice flowers

oh yes and if you want to make a hat - get a head

wooden, polystyrene, anything cos I'll only end up sticking pins in my own one day
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urnes_style

Cats hats and a poem

... briefly to college made two paper hat templates in Viking boat form

with a touch of the Schiapparelli's about them (I like to think) in an upside down shoe sort of way

I like curls

plus cats n stuff

oh yes the poem

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

William Shakespeare

Furs day

anyways...
here they are again

from this morning

think Sid wanted to watch the dawn with me

Suki can't be bothered budging herself

though she did bounce around like a loony

when I got home tonight

currently cat smiling at me

if that is possible

Let it bee

"Woke up one morning half asleep" (The Move)
semi foetal position
Suki on top of the duvet curled up in the small of my back
Sid on the other side of me just above my knees

later.. after a bit of pathetic mewing I got up to feed him
Suki, although we have reached a new level of understanding does not vocalise her demands
I call her the irresistible force
me, obviously the immovable object
but she's smart don't get me wrong
she's a master of the art of reverse psychology
and only truly responds to the most gentle of handling
ooh she's a deep one

Maman

Mais elle sa vie etait froide
comme un grenier
dont la lucerne est au nord
et l'ennuie,
araignee silencieuse,
filait sa toile dans l'ombre
a tous les coins
de son coeur

(Flaubert - Madame Bovary)

Born 1923 in Russell Road off Penny Lane Liverpool

Died May 17th 2008

24 days before his 85th Birthday

this blog is dedicated to his memory

Jacques Sydney Rowe

June 20th 1923 to May 17th 2008

Tick you're on

Counting lambananas

If words were like tears

there'd be poetry on my lips

if love held no fears

that a kiss couldn't fix

and i mean this most sincerely folks

is it still ok to dance when it feels like you need a replacement hip?
art is on the backburner at the mo - and i have gone AWOL
not from work ! the rent still needs to be paid
but from all those rat race like expectations i put on myself
have a good saturday night
i sincerely intend to

the cats can help

still lost

more of my snowshoe goddess

I must I must I must

go to college tomorrow

When when when

Here's a global joke
Cows & FinanceAfter the recent teetering-on-the-edge-of-total-economic-and-financial-meltdown couple of weeks it seems economic systems and their workings have pushed their way into the need-to-know-category. Well, we can now simplify this all by explaining 21 economic models with cows. It is remarkable how much sense it all makes from this real world perspective! SOCIALISM You have 2 cows. You give one to your neighbour. COMMUNISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and gives you some milk. FASCISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and sells you some milk. NAZISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and shoots you. BUREAUCRATISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away... TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income. SURREALISM You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons. AN AMERICAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead. A FRENCH CORPORATION You have two cows. You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows. A JAPANESE CORPORATION You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide. A GERMAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves. AN ITALIAN CORPORATION You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You decide to have lunch. A RUSSIAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 2 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka. A SWISS CORPORATION You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you. You charge the owners for storing them. A CHINESE CORPORATION You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation. AN INDIAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You worship them. A BRITISH CORPORATION You have two cows. Both are mad. AN IRAQI CORPORATION Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No-one believes you, so they bomb the sh#t out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy... AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION You have two cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate. A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION You have two cows. The one on the left looks very attractive...

Lest we forget

Busy day today but have debriefed with my muse and am watching the most moving first world war programme

only three veterans left from the first world war - all over 100!

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae

Just another Manic Monday

as I've said before...
life has gone back into overdrive again and me - I'm more of a laid back manana sort of person
not that I can't shift myself when needs be. It's just not my preferred pace
sometimes it feels like endurance sprinting
on a positive note
I seem to be making friends with the seagulls :)

ps Courboisier is deffo back on the list (Thanks Debra)
watch this space

Sunday's child

Today is Remembrance Sunday and I wish to honour my maternal Great grandfather who lost his life in the first world war and to all the unsung heroes in their many guises and forms.
Lest We Forget

Another Saturday night

Still going dancing

poem

my tears fall like raindrops
in the puddle
at the bottom of my heart

Some days are better than others

Equality and Diversity Day at work today and we had a Lion Dance.

Frabulous !

An outing

my muse and I

Ruby Tuesday

I think a little light basket weaving is called for tonight
nothing too taxing for the old brain cells

Payback

Uh oh ! half term from college last week and I've done nothing. Nil niet zippo. I know we had some sort of homework which I will try to dig out later. Did I mention that Suki has been sick on a couple of my prints? It's a good thing we are doing collage. Did notice some leaf prints on the ground. Surrounded by potential but totally inert. That's why I need my course and other ad hoc classes to keep me doing stuff. Oh regarding Courboisier - you have to book (and pay) and my tutor says it is all a bit dated. It is beginning to slip further down the list.

The picture is me at college last year

Yes, but will it make the planet smile

No time for textiles
too much navel gazing going on at the moment
plus i haven't worked out how to get out of this black hole yet
the cats will guide me

Endings and new beginnings

Looks like my brother is finding the sorting of our parents estate equally as stressful. We moved across the Mersey from Liverpool in 1967. Forty one years of memories, tears and laughter. You never know how much you miss them ...

Halloween

The cats and I were otherwise engaged last night as you can well imagine
The chaos that surrounds me seeks a smidgen of order