Coco the saviour

Yesterday was nearly altogether too much. For some reason this last day of the summer holiday almost finished me off. Simon has started his new job this week and after having him around all summer this has come as a bit of a shocker to all of us. I guess this is the way it will be from now on, I am pleased to say that he is really interested in his new job and although it may be a it early to say it looks like a good decision. I feel a little jealous though, never very attractive, I am loosing him to this new world, a world where I never really felt at home. I still have strong rebellious thoughts about my secondary school days and find myself raging against the machine when he tells me about his day- maybe time I got over that! Like I have said before I never would have tried to 'snare' a science teacher in my single days, isn't it weird how life sometimes deals you these things. I have read somewhere that girls end up with someone like their Dad and although my Dad wasn't a teacher it was obvious that he could have/should have been one and he has always done voluntary work with young people, maybe it's all coming full circle and like my Mum I will be walking down the street with people of all ages shouting 'Ello!' to my other half!

Anyway reading this back it does sound like this week had raised some issues for me huh?! I was very glad to see two good friends last night and go to see the 'Coco before Chanel' film at our tiny and very cute local cinema. The film was very elegant and I felt the acting excellent. It was interesting to see Coco's beginnings and how her creativity was a mark of her individuality and her novelty. But of course it was her huge success and probably her sanity in the darker times. The film was also a lot about kindness in a funny kind of way and how love will allow you to be yourself.

What a funny reflective post. I have added some photos of a finished piece of work. I started this bag at a residential weekend with Fay Maxwell. It is a version of the layered raggy bag but with a grid stitched across the layers of scraps and the top fabric and then with these cells being snipped back and stitched and beaded into place to reveal a myriad of colour. I was advised on the course that white should be avoided as it would kill the colour dead- so of course I wanted to rebel and use white. I get the feeling that Fay has had her rebellious moments so she didn't bat an eye lid when I disobeyed and this was the result. The bag now hangs on it's driftwood handles in Mum and Dads spare bedroom, because frankly it's a bit too nice for me!