Up in the loft~

If you have read my blog through the last year or so, you will definitely notice that I have this special bond with the English countryside and France. A little village somewhere calls my name ever so often and I day dream.. I wonder and ponder. Due to my creative nature, I often wish to see the space where someone works from. The neatly rolled ribbons, the delicate lace, the floral and striped fabrics. The place where your world becomes focused just on what you are making. I love that space. I find I can work anywhere in my home but of late, I want to be in my loft. The sun streams in in the mornings. My wooden windows open up into the trees. I hear birds and smell sweet scents of wisteria and sweet peas. I love pushing open my sash window and calling down for someone to bring me a cuppa. So, this is my work space. My ribbon boxes and button tins. The french table and antique wooden chair are old and weather beaten. The wooden reels are waiting for a moment for me to wrap embroidery threads around them. My fabric stash is calling me to shake out the dust and fold neat piles one on top of the other. My old white washed wooden door houses my market bags. My spinning wheel now sits in the corner waiting for me to spin. I hand spun and dyed some wool this week. A long break from the craft made me itch to start up again. Yes, I think Spring has welled up feelings of renewal. New inspiration to make with my hands~

A happy day to you~