Stitched.

All done now.

Boro lappie.

Inspired by boro.

More stitching needs to be done.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone. Do some stitching!

Southern latitudes.

Haven't done a BC for a long, long time ...

BC #12 of an installation called "armchair traveller" by Raymond Smith , January 2005.
(Pen and colouring pencils.)

Dear Mr Covey.

At the Library Book Sale, I found this delightful little book:

Full of examples, instructions and admonishments on the art of letter writing (by ladies), it makes me want to take up my pen. I mean, I would just love to write an official letter, and end it with:

I have the honour to remain, Sir, Your most humble and obedient servant.

Here are two examples in the section on accepting and declining invitations. The first is the model letter for Declining an Invitation from a Gentleman to go Motoring. The second is for Declining an Unwelcome Invitation.

Poor Mr Covey.

Have a lovely weekend, all. 
PS Some good news - my work is finished for the year. Six projects in total - all DONE. Yippeee! I am free, free as a bird ...

Pop Art.

I have habits that some may consider weird. For example, when I have finished using my laptop for the day, I wrap it in bubble wrap, and hide it. This is not as strange as it may seem. The area where we live has become very popular over the last two years for burglaries in the middle of the night, while owners are fast asleep. The culprits carry away anything that is lying about and quick to lay their hands on - notably laptops, cellphones, cameras, cash and credit cards. Now, while I have no problem with someone taking my cell phone (I rarely use it), I have absolutely no intention of handing over my laptop. No siree. So every night before I go to bed I hide it. But first I wrap it lovingly in a little blankie of bubble wrap. And it was in the middle of one of these wrapping episodes that the idea struck me.

It is so obvious, I am surprised nobody has thought of it before. Then I remembered my Great Stitching Discovery and the subsequent sad realisation that there is nothing new under the sun ... so I guess someone has thought of it before. But for the moment I'll believe it is my idea and mine alone. And no, I am not going to google it.

Filling up the spaces.

I just had to fill up those white spaces on the batik lappies. (And some coloured ones as well.)

And this is the end.

 

Not quite, though. I still have about 40 words to go. 

I am embroidering part of a poem by Billy Collins. 

"And this is the end,

the car running out of road,

the river losing its name in an ocean,

the long nose of the photographed horse

touching the white electronic line.

This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade,

the empty wheelchair, and pigeons floating down in the evening.
Here the stage is littered with bodies,
the narrator leads the characters to their cells,
and the climbers are in their graves.
It is me hitting the period
and you closing the book."

                                                                  (from Aristotle by Billy Collins)