Christmas Morning

I love the quietness of Christmas morning, being up before everyone else, no real need to go anywhere.

It’s been many years since I worked in crisis intervention and was on 24 hour call out over the festive period – not so enjoyable, as families feel the pressure. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is.

It saddens me to witness homelessness and on such a scale, in Britain. Every year I ‘do something’, like many, during this time. It’s all too easy to become bereft of home and this shouldn’t be so in our modern, apparently wealthy nation.

We have spent too long squabbling over staying in Europe. Our politicians and media seem to take the p*ss out of all of us, the citizens. Surely this is what binds us together.

I am aware of the rifts in our society, growing deeper – this is how it is before conflict. A slow build-up, a cat amongst the pigeons, the devil that is the rise of the far right. Many refer to the 1930’s. There are similarities.

The difference that could be now is this: We are more aware. We have won many fights against transgressions on humanity. We have learnt the hard way.

We also know what needs to be done to take care of Mother Earth and all her little babies.

On the wall to my right is Desiderata. I read it this morning and reflect on my own confusion, anger, sense of injustice.

Then I pour another coffee.

Peace be with everyone.

The doing of things (or not)

We’re almost at Winter Solstice. I’m still here, now writing a first draft of a new story.

I have found a notebook on the shelf of many, for textiles and words research and doodling. I need to keep a log over coming months.

Procrastination has included testing all pens in my two pots, looking at bundt recipes ( I can’t get the word ‘bundt’ out of my head, thanks to ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’), drifting in and out of snoozing, escapism through episodes of Northern Exposure, looking over Edward Gorey illustrations. Although the latter is relevant to the Textiles course I’m on.

I should be transferring words from a notebook to a document on the computer. Maybe another night.

 

Stitching & Swearing: Interview with Annie Taylor of the Profanity Embroidery Group (PEG)

Might be just what I need! Love it!

#womensart ♀

I’m going to start with an obvious question, how did the Profanity Embroidery Group (PEG) begin as an idea and then form as a group?
The Profanity Embroidery Group came about by accident really.  I shared an old Rino Piccolo cartoon on my facebook feed.  My mum had always embroidered, and years ago I had torn this cartoon out of the New Yorker, I think, and sent it to her.  In the summer of 2014, mum was looking through her books and the cartoon fell out.  My dad then scanned it and emailed it back to me.  I laughed so much when I saw it, I decided to share it.  The cartoon shows a lovely older woman sitting stitching, covering everything with hearts and flowers and ‘Fuck the World’. The catch line is “Mrs Winchester finds a positive outlet for frustrated negative energy”.
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‘Real Women Fart’ embroidery by Jan Lewis…

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