I have been AWOL for two whole days, totally unplanned. Well Friday was planned, I went to the Knitting and Stitching show. I came away with very little in terms of purchasing but brain food? I came away with plenty of that. After browsing for hours I was inspired to buy very little. That however told me something......I am not attracted to buy things because they aren't what I need. I have what I need here, plenty of white, plenty of lace, plenty of cloth, thread and inspirational sketchbooks. Basically, there wont be a change of direction because I am who I am....and now I know that it's fine. It's OK to keep on with what I do. Blame it on jet lag, blame it on a flu injection. Who Knows? I don't care. Let's hope that's my creative wobbling over for a long, long time!
With that in mind I added more to the sketchbook page I've been working on and whilst I was doing that decided I needed something for me. For a while now I have been a little preoccupied with pockets. Since I made this one actually. So I am making myself a pocket. Just a pocket, not a hanging or a panel...just a pocket. I will show you more of the embroidery tomorrow, for now it is just lying next to sketchbooks. It will be a very special pocket though. The floral fabric I am using in a small area is cloth taken from my Great Grandmothers nightgown. I have never had the whole nightgown and have no idea what happened to it. I was merely given a tiny piece of cloth some time ago and told that it had come from a nightgown belonging to her, Florence Garstang....a midwife. I have met her, as a small child. She passed away when I was about 7...but I do remember her. Nurse Garstang as she was known was awarded a medal after the Second World War in recognition of her bravery delivering babies under the constant bombing that took place over the town where I was born. I only hope I can do her memory justice with my pocket.