Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Delivery, ribbons and pearl onions.

1. The front door sticks because there is a parcel on the mat.

2. A fat cushion of a package of threads and ribbons from Di van Niekerk for an ambitious long-term embroidery project.

3. Pulling spring onions from my window box -- the bulbs are like the whitest pearls.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...