frosty mornings, dark nights, and bits of cloth

December 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

I am home for Christmas, which means frosty walks with the dog, early morning welly-wearing stomps to feed the donkeys under sunrises that look like someone has smeared fresh blood and ripe peaches along the horizon, open fires in the evenings, home-grown veg, and SPACE. Living as I do in a one-bedroom flat, this is a serious luxury. I’m making the most of it by holing up in an empty bedroom with my sewing machine and finishing off Christmas gifts.

I’m finding that hot chocolate in a chipped tin mug helps the creative process enormously. Over the rattle of the machine I’ve been listening to a mixture of Bach cello sonatas, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Little Unsaid – a strange auditory cocktail, but also a good one. I especially recommend The Little Unsaid’s ‘December’ if you fancy something vaguely seasonal that doesn’t sound like cut-price tinsel and nasty synthesised sleigh-bells, and you can find it, and other little bits of beauty, here.

Here are some cats I have been embroidering:-

And here is a lovely patchworky cockerel:-

That’s all for now, but I hope you’re all having a lovely festive week too, whether you’re celebrating Christmas or not. Personally I can’t help but approve of a time when it suddenly becomes socially acceptable to drink your wine spiced. And as sweet as ribena. And steaming hot. With brandy in it. Out of a mug. Blooming marvellous!

Also, on an entirely unrelated-to-illustration note, this recipe is absolutely excellent – well worth the effort.

Enjoy! x

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