I had to abandon loading photographs up yesterday as they would just not appear and when they did the button to upload them to the blog did not light up. Anyway, here goes with this posting which I am doing the night before and scheduling - otherwise I will be sat at my computer for hours and 'miss the boat' as they say.
Well, last week whilst on holiday in Derbyshire, the day of the Tramway Museum, I got a phone call. The hospital had had a cancellation so tomorrow (Thursday) I will be going in for my cardioversion. Just hoping that it works and I can throw off my shackles and return once more to walking around without all the breathing problems I have at the moment. Can I ask for a little prayer tonight for it to be successful please. I'm a little scared if I am honest.
On to WOYWW now. I have not been very productive, have three images watercoloured but not made into cards yet - these are for upcoming birthdays of friends and you might sneak a peek at them.
To the left is my matchbox. Remember last week I showed you the tiny one I had sent to someone? Well this is the one I received from AJ. Here you can see all the goodies I got inside (major drool)
Here goes: lace she painted herself, charms because they all relate to the sea and she lives on the UK's most remote inhabited island - Fair Isle and wait for it fibre and yarn she hand spins herself. In fact, when I contacted her through a bit of detective work (there had been no addie in her box) this is what she told me "The wrapped fibre is fleece from my own Shetland sheep, blended with combed silk fibers then ran through my combing hackle, it's amazing stuff felted ! Very visually dimensional just through the play on light the sheen from the silk gives you." I wish you could all see the sheen on it. I have to think long and carefully how I am going to use this - Twiglet and Wispo are you listening?
As you can see, the matchbox itself is covered in Wizard of Oz paper and has The Scarecrow on top with yet more charms attached and there is a notebook as well. Thanks AJ, I love my matchbox of your life.
Well, for those of you who read my holiday story yesterday here are some photos from Chatsworth.
The Hall itself
My favourite of all the bedrooms - just loved the colour of these drapes.
Had to show you this one, the big bed has another one attached at the bottom - is this for when she throws him out for snoring?
Ever wondered where they keep it in posh houses? A thing 'a purpose!
I cannot begin to tell you how organised Chatsworth is for disabled people. Because I was in a wheelchair it was like a military operation but without the militariness (is that a word?). As they put me in the lift between floors they radioed to the floor I was going to and someone met me at the top to set me off on my way. It was a pleasure to visit so a BIG THANK YOU to all the staff at Chatsworth and I encourage anyone who is disabled to visit there, you will be made to feel special.
Anyway, there is to be an exhibition in the grounds in September - of sculptures - here are some of them:
This lion looked as if it was made from tyres
This was my favourite, despite the fact that I couldn't get near to it (no access for a wheelchair at the moment) but it had literally just gone up. Chas, bless him, went and took a photo for me - it is HUGE - and very Asian. There was something being assembled further on, we could see a crane, and Chas found out that it is a sculpture by Damien Hurst. Think I am going to have to go back to see all of these.
The last one I have for you is called Chloe, as some of you know my friend has a little girl (apple of my eye) whose name is Chloe so this ends my Chatsworth journey for today ... hope you enjoyed it.