a day of sloth

just when I though I couldn't be any more slothful... we had a day of pure and applied sloth. Kind Dog threw a shoe and twisted a giblet in his Achilles tendon and is being extremely careful with it. So we decided he would Stay Upstairs All Day and I would provide the necessary nourishment and do any running up and down stairs.

So we have lolled in bed, with some desultory chatting, surfing of the Intertubes and some knitting. Luckily thanks to the lovely LibraryGirl I have discovered the wondrous blog of Antonia Cornwell and have been reading the back catalogue assiduously.

We also played with the new camera

tis the season

to be hot and grumpy, I'm afraid. 37 degrees here today and blowing a gale - I took A and his girlfriend to work this afternoon and the car was rocking in the wind.  If there's one thing I hate it's the hot north wind.... However this time next week we will be rugged up against the cold of an English winter and possibly some snow :)

I leave you with young W's version of Bat Santa

 

into the studio

I decided to take a day off from study (hopes supervisor isn't reading...) and spent the morning in sloth and ta da! the afternoon in the studio...

It has been ages since I just pottered around not feeling doleful about my lack of productivity. I played around with some paint (fabric paint on rice paper, silk and stitched dupion)

and some stitching (perle 8 on folded onion skin paper)

gessoed some more sketchbook pages

 and finished sewing the lace edgings on my swaddling band.

tree's up!

 

father pteranodon christmas

damn - just gone midnight but for me this is still Friday night, so still meeting my self-imposed discipline of posting every day... I was adjusting the size of various photos and lost track of time...

but the Christmas decorating has begun!