My clothes are wearing me. Trying me on, shrugging me off. I don’t fit right – although the mirror is kinder than the mind. Who are these clothes, with their demands and attention-seeking pin-tucks? The synthetic sparkle sloughs my skin, glamorous sandpaper. The Mexican dress makes me all the more gringa. I have woken up … Continue reading peeling

beets and pieces

First some writing news – Fourth Floor Literary Journal is up and I have two poems in it! Yay! You can read them HERE. Back HERE I mentioned my friend Helen wrote an essay about ‘Taking Care’ (killing) ‘Of Animals’. It’s also in 4th Floor. It is a funny, chilling read – you can read … Continue reading beets and pieces

and Iran*

Further to yesterday’s post – I also made this giant floor cushion on the weekend. Fraser and I travelled to Turkey in our 20s, and while there I bought some textiles made in Iran. This was a fringed tablecloth, but somehow I never felt right using it as a tablecloth. It seemed too beautiful to … Continue reading and Iran*

mind the gap

I dusted off my long-neglected sewing machine on Saturday. I should have been making things for the CRAFT COUNTRY fair which I have a stall at in December, but instead I finished a project which (like many projects on my craft shelves) has been a work-in-progress for far too long and I was keen to … Continue reading mind the gap