Tuesday, February 7

where for art thou Tif ...

gosh, can it really be 2 years or more since i have visited this neck of the dottie angel woods. if i could i would tell you in a nutshell what i have been up to, doing 'being', but i can't, so i shan't. however if i may be so bold, i would love to tell you where i can be found loitering these days aside from my studio and my 'cushion'.
me and my youngest lad have set out on an adventure together, the adventure is called curious.and.coe 


you can find us right over here and if perchance you have missed a ramble or two i can be found along with Milo the Buddha Cat waffling-a-long right here.

i do not know what our new column will be, for so long i kept the mute button on but in the past few months it has become increasingly clear i need to find an outlet for all these jumbly bumbly words within my head. if i can spill them onto paper, give them some breathing room, i believe there will become lightness within. i also could be quite wrong... ha! who knows!

so there we have it, i did not think i would come back, but i have, not quite back here, but back over there, so not back at all, but forward if you please... and if you would like to come visit, you are most welcome and if you would prefer to stay in this part of dottie angel's neck of the woods, you are also most welcome and may i thank you most kindly for keeping her company.

Tif x

Monday, March 9

the end ...

   

  did you know it is eight years since i started tippity tapping away here on my shiny happy place. i went way back and found my first post. i really truly had no idea what i was doing, nor where i was going and those were perhaps the happiest times of my rambling blogging journey. and it is without doubt, if it were not for my blog and you dearest readers i would not have done so many wonderful things, met so many wonderful peachy dearies and grown in so many wonderful ways. i spent many happy times, regaling whoever may happen to wish to read, clan moments, critter moments, crafty moments, thrifting moments and any other moments that i chose to share. and it goes without saying, there have been many other moments i did not share. some pants, some peachy.

gosh this does sound like it is turning into a farewell swan song, which is not my intention, for this is written not with sadness but happiness in my heart. i am happy to be leaving this lovely shiny place just as it is, for anyone who may care to visit or stumble upon me. however i have decided it is time to retire my blogging hat, carefully placing it back in my kitchen drawer and to continue treading the path i have started out upon in recent times. you will find me happily woolly tattooing and making little knits in preparation for my online 'atelier of sorts for small beings & grown~ups' opening later in the year. i will of course still be found over on facebook as and when nitty gritty things and photos need to be shared and you will find me daily in my happy place over on instagram. in a few months i have high hopes my new shiny online home will be all set up, a place for folks to visit and see what handmade wares i have for sale, all made slowly, with beautiful yarns and vintage materials. in my head i am seeing it as a happy heirloom collection of sorts and in my hands, those thoughts are slowly but surely coming together

and so before i close the final floral curtain upon this rambling and at times, bumbling stage, can i just say, i have been nothing but humbled by the kindness of others who came through the life i shared for the past 8 years. you shared my laughter, you shared my joy, you shared my pain and you shared my tears. how truly lucky am i in life to have had all this and more. and if this is it, if this is as good as it gets, then that is a~okay with me. for i have been blessed, and i will never feel quite so loved again and okay to be me, as the times i rambled on here and you choose to listen. 

thank you, thank you kindly dearest readers, old ones, new ones, furry ones and fruity cake ones. it may look like the end, but i assure you, it is not it truly really is not. 

the end 
this is just the beginning ...


Thursday, February 19

dottie and daughter ...

truth be told the past 10 days have past in a blur of being Florence Nightingale. 
my cogs are all foggy and i cannot string a sentence together without forgetting mid sentence what i am on about nor my reason for beginning such a sentence in the first place.


before Our Meg had surgery, we dabbled together on our first collaborative piece. 


she wove most magically, i stitched a woolly tattoo and then together we twiddled and fiddled until we said "enough, there will be no more twiddling and fiddling" 


i am beyond happy to have worked with her... 
i am hopeful this will be the start of something but only time will tell for we have a pond between us. for now i will work on enjoying this moment when our two crafty souls became one and not spend my time wishing for more. 
so much easier said then done.