Now I know I have said my favourite hangout is in an art gallery..
but who doesn't love a beach?
For me a beach is a natural art gallery
where the artwork is free.
Whether it be the salty sea air or the wide expansive horizon
philosophical thinking always creeps into my mind.
Lately I have been much more interested in the person behind the blog
and not what the latest fabric must have is.
My most recent encounter is a lovely uplifting lady called Connie.
Who blogs from the heart and signs her name your blogging sister Connie,
which somehow makes her human and not just another blogger.
Connie is a big fan of France
so I was dismayed to read that although she loves France
she will probably never get to visit....
and here we were about to embark on a 3 week trip.
So this is for you Connie.
You may never get to walk on a beach in France
but your spirit will always wander.
Give a creatively starved girl a stick and a blank canvas....
*just noticed the doggy paw prints!
* Ile D'Oleron
This morning my winter robin has made an appearance
which means that autumn must be round the corner.
The older I get the faster the years roll by...
the coast has a way of slowing life down,
moments last for minutes
which is good.
I am therefore taking a new approach to my sewing
Hence-forth I am now on a go slow sew.
Your blogging sister