I've been exploiting the thermoplastic nature of PVC fabric.
Repeatedly returning to lounge on the couch today, in between heating
and curling plastic petals.
Life is tough.
I've also made velvet leaves and a base.
In between fashioning frippery and hanging out laundry
I have discovered I am back in the Camellia Society.
I've bloomed.
And, I am excited.
You see, I am absolutely rubbish at gardening. That green mass
you see in the background is artificial turf, remember?
I won't hear a bad word said about it.
Except it does get rather warm in summer.
No weeding the plastic turf, people.
You could even vacuum it.
I've retired early tonight with a cheese platter to celebrate a gift from
one of the junior workers.
How lovely. A jar of their home-grown honey, complete
with the 'comb.
And a cheeky tempranillo style red rose wine.
No fan dance included.
Stay inspired and find warmth.
I'll try and finish this beauty tomorrow.
