Sunday 28 November 2010

Thursday 25 November 2010

I forgot all about wordless wednesday yesterday so i am inventing thoughtful thursday, (you see what i did there). 
and todays thought is this:

"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."          Eleanor Roosevelt 


and with that in mind...










Chai Teabag Plush by Devicat26




Always Stay Strong by ashleyg


Tuesday 23 November 2010

Something Fishy?


This hand pulled, 3 colour, Reduction Linocut is available in my shop

Friday 19 November 2010

Fingerprint Friday.

I do love crisp, bright Autumn mornings. 
I also love being wrapped up warm in hats scarves and gloves, just as well really!


 To view all of the fingerprint friday's or to join in yourself please visit Beki's blog.

Saturday 13 November 2010

Friday 12 November 2010

Fingerprint Friday.

The sunset quite early with us just now, about 4.30 in the afternoon and i was rushing about try to get as much done as i could before i had to concede and put the light on, (it's just not the same as natural light, you know what i mean?) when i glanced up and saw this.


To view all of the fingerprint friday's or to join in yourself please visit Beki's blog.

Thursday 11 November 2010

For the Fallen

For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, 
England mourns for her dead across the sea. 
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, 
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, 
There is music in the midst of desolation 
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, 
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. 
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; 
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. 
At the going down of the sun and in the morning 
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 
They sit no more at familiar tables of home; 
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; 
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, 
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known 
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; 
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Wednesday 10 November 2010

new print

This is the latest addition to my etsy shop. 
It is called Bullseye  and has been lingering in my sketch book for some time now.Bullseye was the famous dog belonging to the villain Bill Sykes in Charles Dicken's  Oliver Twist .

This print is one of a run of 25.
 If you are interested in Bullseye he is on sale here.



Wordless wednesday

Friday 5 November 2010

fingerprint Friday.

Is it okay if i think cakes are proof of God's existence?


To view all of the fingerprint friday's or to join in yourself please visit Beki's blog.

Wednesday 3 November 2010