Pantoufles

I have always loved the French word “pantoufle”. There is no rhyme or reason to this. I have no particular affection for slippers. I simply like how that word feels in my mouth. I also like the words “syllable” and “estuary” and I’m entirely not sure why. Today, after the Craft Council’s Annual General Meeting,…

i carry your heart with me

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] By E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)                                                       i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for…

It’s blooming!!

I always do a little dance when one of my orchids blooms. I have quite a few orchids of different sorts and they have all passed the strict qualifications necessary to live in my house; they must be able to tolerate a reasonable amount of neglect and they must periodically show off for me. This…

The drabbest of days

It seems like on these dreary old mid-winter days (the ones with freezing rain, wind and no sun), a splash of colour is most needed. When that colour comes with a natural whiff of floral fragrance, it’s even nicer. This Hoya plant was a cutting taken from the Devon House Clay Studio‘s Hoya and has…