Hey there gorgeous souls. March 8th is International Women’s Day (where we remember, and come together to push against, gender-based oppression and inequality, and also celebrate the achievements of women everywhere). I am setting up a kind of ‘pay it forward’ craftivism project, to both reflect on all the ways women are amazing, and to pass on some love to our sisters (not just our cis-ters!). Women we know, women we have heard of, women we have never crossed any kind of path with. March 8th will see me in Doncaster, making, teaching and sharing crafted hearts, but if you’d like to get involved too, here’s how:
Hey hey, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow! That one day where we divide ourselves into two distinct camps: Those who adore the opportunity to get romantic – buy huge bunches of flowers for no reason other than to say ‘I love you’, spoil their lover with luxurious chocolates, pop a marriage proposal over a dinner date – and those who despise and deplore the commercialisation, the sickly affections, and the reminder that society values you considerably more once you’re neatly paired off.
So, as I don’t know which camp you, gentle reader, fall into, I’m going to show you
Living between worlds is both a curious exploration of those creatures that do so – gannets that pierce the surface to move between air and water, mangroves that stand with roots underwater and limbs reaching skywards – and a shallow explanation of how my brain fails to get a coherent grasp on either art or business. I’m getting better though, and just like I said this time last year (and quite possibly the year before), this year is going to be the year I work it out and achieve greatness. So there.
Welcome to 2017! Here in the UK the winter grows colder but lighter, wrapping around itself in preparation for the bursting out of spring. Which will happen, no matter how bleak it gets. It happens every year – nature is full of stillness, but it never stops moving.
I failed my Art GCSE, did you know that? Art & Textiles: grade D. Fail. I mean, that wasn’t my only ‘creative’ exam – I did CDT (Craft Design & Technology) too, making clocks and bedside lights, working with wood, metal, plastics, all that stuff. I failed that, too. CDT: grade D. Fail. Sorry Abi, but you can’t Art.
About six years ago, after spending a long time admiring embroidered art and thinking ‘I wish I could do that’, I decided that wishing wan’t going to get me anywhere, and if I really wished it, I’d do it. So I found an old napkin in a drawer, drew some patterns on it with a biro, and started stitching. I had a book of embroidery stitches, so I tried to work through and stitch different ones. My first attempts were a bit scraggy, as is to be expected, but with practise my tangled mistakes got fewer, and I learned.
I learned, through repetition of trial and error, how
I find big paper a great medium for collecting ideas, and when I put out a table-length of lining paper at my ‘Open Studio’ event and asked “What can we do, now, to make this world a better place?”, I got some *really* good ones 🙂 Plant trees, and hug them! Play music, laugh, take a deep breath,
The photo above is one of the pieces of encouragement I’ve been leaving around the place for a few months now. Not all at once, just one at a time, when I can. If you follow me on Instagram you might have seen them. But now I find something similar you might want to be a part of: because that amazing Betsy Greer is at it again, stitching things to make the world a brighter place. And she wants YOU (points finger) to get involved.
Hello hello, it’s 2016! Welcome to The Future (which I always accidentally type as ‘furore’; I must get stern with my subconscious). I was intending to write a gushing review of my favouritest, most usefullest, organising-success-making workbook, in the hope that it would help someone as it has helped me. But it just sounded sycophantic and weird, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet:
Leonie Dawson is a wonderful, magical, rainbow-unicorn hippy mama, and also one of the most successful entrepreneurs in Australia. She has produced a ‘Create Your Shining Year’ workbook – you can buy one for your Life, one for your Business, or go all out and
Ermagerd, it’s Decermber – that snuck up on me :/ The conversation in our house on the evening the 30th Nov went a bit like this:
Supergirl: Oh wow, it’s the 1st of December tomorrow! Do we have Advent calendars?
Wonderboy: They’re parents, of course they’ll have Advent calendars, you’ll see. Do we?
Me, out loud: Maaaaybe *secret smile*
Me, in my head: SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT
In the spirit of clearing out clutter and making our house all nice for Christmas, I finally (about four years after I stashed them there) pulled out the pile of old/outgrown/accidentally felted woollen jumpers from under my desk. So snuggly, and so useless, and so bulky – ugh. I cut them into large squares, along with a couple of charity shop scarves I’d got
It’s funny when I hear people talking about how ‘storytelling is dead’, or maybe, ‘storytelling is “the dawn of a new creative movement”, when in fact, it’s as old as humanity, and has never gone out of fashion. This summer saw the 24th storytelling Festival at the Edge, in Much Wenlock, Shropshire, and I was invited to take along my crafting skills and weave some crafty-story magic.
I know, sounds amazing right? It’s just