I’m decorating my newly expanded studio, this activity and my Scottish trip are the reasons I’ve been absent.
What do you mean, you haven’t noticed?
Whatever, here are some notes on recent events.
The weather is fabulous. Late summer sunshine, all the brightness but with some of the heat removed. I’m loving it, the weather that is, not Macdonalds. Scotland put it’s best foot forward weather and scenery wise too. As did all visitees.
All gorgeous.
Marmalade can drive. I never knew. She can also get a flat tyre and get it fixed. If that’s not enough skills news, she can also weave a very beautiful scarf. We met in a pretty town off one of my favourite bits of road near Perth. I bought a ring made from a silver tea spoon at a craft fair. It’s much more stylish than that description suggests. This purchase was one of many as I tried to single handedly boost the Scottish tourist economy in just five days.
Sthilman, Soapie and I had a marathon chat session, we could chat for Britain and I wish we lived nearer each other. In addition to chat and scones and tea, I was gifted eggs from their hens, some of them were blue and I’m a little obsessed, I want more blue eggs. Not that they tasted different, they are just so dammed pretty.
There’s a fab beach in Edinburgh. Who knew? Apart from everyone who lives in Edinburgh and the rest of Scotland and all those people who actually look at maps. Breakfast there was an extra bonus delight in addition to meeting up with the beloved K in her knew home town.
Knitty and I spent some time slipping about on memory lane amongst our beach and woodland walks with her hubby. I was vaguely aware at the time, and quite likely uninterested, but Knitty’s parents didn’t like me in our youth. Uppity apparently, ideas above my station in their opinion. A bad influence on their daughter, encouraging her to move out and go to university.
There are people who say, dance like nobody’s watching. I say this advice is best applied when you’re on your own. People probably don’t need to see it. This is doubly, trebly or even quadruply true if you’re Michael Gove. I’d like to think he understands this now, after a thorough internet roasting. However, he’s a shameless effer and possibly has no qualms about turning stomachs across the country as unsuspecting folks witness his dance floor moves captured by horrified clubbers.
Lack of lottery win aside I’ve recently had some Midas sort of days.
Every thing I touch and many things I don’t think I’ve ever touched are turning gold. I was practicing for a big gold leafing project, the big dick table project. Now the studio expansion is underway this is time sensitive and imminent. I’ve been gold leafing a smaller item, experimenting with techniques and finishes. Giving the table a resin finish is a possibility, but I’ve not resined anything before. It seems like a right phaff. It’ll be a big undertaking and expensive, hence the pre-run. Gold leaf got everywhere, floor, walls, chairs, tables, tech. It sticks firmly without the use of specialist size. Hair, face, clothes, other people’s art works, nothing can escape the twinkle treatment.
You know how uninvited, aggressive, hard to get rid of plants are called weeds? What could uninvited, hard to clean up gold leaf be called?
I’m currently going with geed lelf, or as Midas himself appreciated, simply, grief.
WARNING!
The gold leaf stage of the table starts in the next couple of days. Avoid The city if you don’t want to be inadvertently griefed.
fat tart 