girl-a-doodle

I've done quite a few of these girls for myself and when my mum came to stay a few weeks a go she helped herself to a nosey around my sketch books and demanded one for herself. I tried to choose which one to part with but couldn't - when i offered her a print of one, the look she threw me suggested that i'd better hadn't dare!

So for mothers day this sunday she'll be getting a huge bunch of flowers delivered, and a little surprise in the post - her very own girl-a-doodle.

I hope she likes it.

my guilty pleasure

i hate myself a little bit (or alot) for liking. ...wait...thats a lie. for loving the hills. i'm too old, they are too bitchy - the boys are as bad as the girls - and its a load of old crap, but for sheer escapism and the handbags...oh lord, the handbags, i can't get enough of it. add to the mix that ms montag (the blondest one) has seemingly checked her senses at the door of season 5 and is hell bent on turning herself into a manequin and that they have added a new baddie in the shape of ms cavallari and its tv that i cant miss. except i do miss it, because i live in the uk and don't have mtv...so i had to get the box set....eeek

now that i've purged of my deep rooted shame, i'm going to go and watch the next one.

and i'll love it

secretly.

today i......

....got up early and made the most of every part of this bright, sunny (cold) day
- started a new sketch book
- made homemade cream of leek and potato soup with warm crusty bread rolls and crispy bacon
- and ate it with a good friend

- ran around like a loony after my 18 month old godson, Taylor, who is so cute i could cry
- enjoyed the view from my window
- drank a glass of wine in the middle of the day
- cursed that i have to work all weekend
- made plans to get dressed up all fancy and treat my boy to dinner out on the town

a very good day indeed x

happy weekend

perfect patchwork

{blanket by tracey emin, hate and power can be a terrible thing,2004}

i've just finished reading an article in vogue about tracey emin and her collection of patchwork blankets - she never calls them quilts, as they were, in the beginning, made with the intention of going on a bed. the first one she sold, she sold after being in bed with it at the gramercy park hotel in 1994 and she cried when she had to let it go.

not only does love, work, blood sweat and tears go into these blankets but also memories. she collects and hoards fabrics like i frame meaningful photographs. she has a general box of fabric scraps and, if the pieces are especially sentimental, special or rare, then they get promoted to a box referred to as the "high alter memorabilia fabrics". "these fabrics are worth more than gold to me. but when i use them only i know."

i think that's lovely, small pieces of your heart being incorporated into something you can hold without ever knowing what they might have meant to the person that held it before you. even though her pieces are provocative, there is no doubting they are beautiful.