Friday, 22 August 2008

Much loved

And, to think, I sat on the balcony through an entire monsoon once, slowly stitching this tapestry. Silk, very easy on the hands. No idea what any of it meant until I found someone willing to translate after I'd finished. Can I settle to my Ehrman tapestry kits now? Not a bit of it..
I so enjoyed all of these. Please, grasshopper-brain, allow me to start the next one.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

at 200 rupees for 10 minutes i can tell you its cost to read your blog!!!! but most pleased to see my favourite of your tapestries to welcome me. we're in yala about to go on a safari tomorrow, but saw loads of crocodiles from the swimming pool this evening. glad i am writing from and not in the swimming pool... home next thursday - will phone thurs pm to meet up asap. love you you frighteningly good writer you xxx JS or possibly S-S although i'm not keen on the nazi overtones xxx

Anonymous said...

So lovely to hear from you! You're definitely not JS (she's hard at work at the OU) - you're Snotor-Snican, and don't you forget it!! Have vague dream of going to camp as a row of tents/ tea & cake/Viktor & Rolf event at Barbican next Thurs, (see link), but otherwise so home & happy to receive your call. Perhaps we'll come up with an alternate name for you... xx

Anonymous said...

I'm not really the second anonymous - I just can't remember how to log in as myself.

footfall (honest).