Saturday 16th November 24
I am having the best time ever up in Shropshire. We are having a creative weekend. Painting, embroidery, jewelry production and weaving! Yes, I did say weaving. Quote of the day, “Put me next to mum, the worst that can happen is that I will stab myself with my needle!” Draw your own conclusions!
We wanted to spend a weekend away together but decided we wanted a focus. I had no idea there was such a thing as a transportable loom. It is quite mesmerising and the results beautiful.
So I’m thinking a murder mystery. How do you kill someone using a loom, or a darning needle, or a slightly stiff wire, a paintbrush or a knitting needle? Please don’t reply! I think they would all be quite hard work.
There is something lovely about being all women together. Clearing up happens quickly and without fuss. Gorgeous food appears as if by magic, and no one seems to mind if you can’t remember the right word or even where you are staying. It is so lovely hearing about other’s people’s families, Christmas traditions, the fun bits, the niggles, the difficulties, the difficult relations. That is giving a slightly wrong impression, definitely more fun than sad. They are know talking of Monet.
Later on this evening I’m going to get them to perform the crib service and work out some of the interactivity – always the best bits on the day. And how many beards can we make, or angel halos. Enough for everyone who comes?
