organiccotton.biz

I need new sheets for our bed! When I was a child, bedsheets were old, cotton and had been 'sides-to-middled' - you can't do THAT with modern poly-cotton sheets when they wear out in the middle!

So - pure cotton then, and while I'm going there, organic would be good. And fairly traded...

So here we have our very own West Wales organic textile place, in Machynlleth, just down the road!
A lovely wild road-trip, a discount (cos I was nice and visited in person and promised to return for the other sheet), which effectively meant I got the wooden reel of organic cotton thread free...

No, I probably didn't save much from ordering them online from one of the giants, and yes you would have to pay postage, if you don't live over here in the wild west - but check out their website:

organiccotton.biz !

And get inspired...

And yes I do still need to hem the sheet, use it and wash it before going back for another 3metres.

I shall get out my ancient hand-turned Singer sewing-machine - which my mum bought when she was expecting me. In 1954...

Trying to Understand...

...about cults and sects - how they come about, flourish, go rotten from the core like apples - I borrowed a memoir from the local library, and read it, with horrified fascination, in a few days.

Then I read more about the author, and discovered she had written a very highly thought-of novel during our Cambridge days. 

Our library has a pretty rubbish literature section, so I tracked down the novel from my favourite pandemic online second hand bookstore.

It duly arrived a few days ago and I tucked into it this afternoon, wrapped in my bright wool blanket on the sofa.

A chapter or two in I come across a funeral, with hyacinths...and my memory says:

 'you've passed this way before! The funeral is in the autumn, hyacinths don't flower in the autumn. And in the next chapter there is a guinea-pig, in a wheel, keeping the protagonist awake all night (the stuff of nightmares!). And you hurled the book from you, with snorts of contempt for editors...'

So I read on. And there is indeed an accidental giant, nocturnal nightmare guinea-pig...

But this time, I am going to read the whole book - unless I come across a misplaced apostrophe or semi-colon...

The year turns...

Imbolc blessings to you!

Here on the wild west Wales coast the daylight hours are increasing by infinitesimal minutes, bulbs are pushing up their optimistic spears and storms are threatening.

I am feeling hopeful. And trying to make sculpted clay heads...

L to R...alien, neanderthal man, Salvador Dali!

This is proving a challenge - but I am not firing the results, and the clay will be soaked, squodged and recycled. Or should that be re-recycled, as it's already at least once used .

Last of the big spenders, me!...