After a couple of computer-free days, strips of moons are emerging - an alchemy of dyed domette, polyester sheers, and a rainbow range of threads.
The moons come from magazines. I work from the back to the front (more magical).
Look what happens as you turn the pages.
But which one... red is almost irresistible
and black is so practical
orange so unexpected
and grey could be useful too... no, not the grey, even though it's one of this season's colours.
So, no leather bag at the moment -- resisting the temptation liberates £100, for ... shoes? fabric? books?
Suddenly we in the UK have a choice in the colour of our eggshells. All eggs used to be brown -- a shock when I first arrived -- in Canada most eggs were white. But now you can get eggs from named breeds -- the greenish ones on the left are from Old Cotswold Legbars, the multi-sized brown ones also from the Clarence Court range (note the green stamp of authenticity and the red date stamp). If you're prepared to shell out, a remarkable range of eggs is available now (said an article in the Independent). Do they taste different, better?
a 20-foot high Pumpkin Person -
variety upon variety of pumpkin, squash, and gourd in the water lily house -
and 5,218,000 cranberries floating on the lake -
I slapped on some emulsion paint (leftover magnolia) - and a little more handstitch, just to check that it's not too difficult to stitch through the paint - then stopped stitching upon realising that I don't know where it's actually going... perhaps it needs cutting up and recombining - or it might go back to the bin, without needles this time. We'll see.
but all these bikes belong to students at SOAS (part of the University of London), being sensible about getting around this city. It's quicker to cycle than to take a bus, usually, even with the increase in bus lanes -- there's also been an upsurge in cycle routes.
and across the road is Lauderdale House, said to have been the home of Nell Gwynn, one of the first English actresses and the mistress of King Charles II. Now it has exhibitions, concerts, and a thriving cafe out back -
Beyond the house, Waterlow Park goes downhill to ponds
Keep walking and you'll find Highgate Cemetery, where Karl Marx and many of the great and good, and the interesting, lie buried.
My favourites - the panoramic forests by Chrystel Lebas, evoking scary fairy tales.
with its hodgepodge of architecture
to the opening of an exhibition of paintings by Jean Davey Winter. These two landscapes were perfectly placed in the stairwell
On the way home, old houses in Ditchling
and the lovely Sussex landscape in the fading light
Not too many purchases - oops, forgot to photograph the 10 spools of thread and the Nancy Crow book! The felted wrist warmer, with bobbles, was irresistible.
Tony got the job of organising some of my thread in the new box -
The reds had to stay in the old box - no room for them all -
Beads -
bits of dyed, felted blanket -
and these gorgeous bags woven with various recycled materials (paper, plastic) from Massey & Rogers

Zoe Miller showed interesting structural knitted containers -
and Carole Waller had a deconstructed jacket with strips of her painted fabric, which I took home -
The stairs fit right in to my ideas for the Quilters Guild Staircase House challenge --
Later (much later) I waited (and waited) at Ladbroke Grove station
This is an open station and obviously gets its share of pigeons - netting and spikes everywhere, and photogenic shadows