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Elevensess

How on earth did Evie get to be eleven? Time has galloped at breakneck speed and I now have a beautiful, passionate, blue eyed artist with a love of books, drawing and cake.

Happy birthday Evie. Stay fluffy, always.

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Explosion.

Explosive start to Monday with a vacuum rammed washing basket. You can imagine my sheer joy at working through that. Isn’t this fun? Bet Snow White held those animals at gunpoint to get them to tidy up her bloody cottage.

Evening sun.

It’s just glorious. Low, warm sun to warm the bones and the heart.

Walking up the garden is a bit of a dance to avoid the dewy spider webs that have been ambitiously spun overnight. I’ll leave the lying down to you Bonnie as I’ve had my fair share of garden spiders in my hair today

Barefoot.

I love walking barefoot, it’s a simple pleasure but there’s something about letting your feet feel the earth that soothes me. (Maybe I was a tree in a past life or something).

The ivy in our garden is now flowering profusely and it’s perfume leaves a heady scent in the air.The droning from the hundreds of bees on it is wonderful. I’m glad I didn’t cut it back, it’s an autumnal feast for insects.

Go find some and enjoy the show.

Gandog.

She wears it well.

I suppose Evie is right. Technically it is on her body, therefore she is wearing her coat.

I am not happy.

Autumn.

Yeah it’s autumn. I give up. Heater’s on chasing all chills out of my studio. Dog is in heaven. Don’t like Autumn much, back to school misery and school runs turn me into a right grumpy cow.
But for now, Northern Soul is blasting, sketchbook is open, tea is steaming and my head is elsewhere.

Catnap.

Didn’t think our new kitty was a lap cat. She just decided I’d do for now until I vacated her chair.

Back to school.

Portraits.

Time we had an update on these lot.

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