My Creative Space

HALLELUJAH.

Like a last minute bolt from above, the idea hit. I’ve been waiting forty hours less than a month (calculated from time of post office closing on deadline day). I have been lurking about my pincushion swappee’s blog, rifling through her drawers, peering under the bed, searching for the ‘something’ that would make a swapped pincushion hers.

I’d really like to be a tattoo artist.

Cripes! The ‘something’ in front of my nose the entire time, a swift referral to Great Auntie Em’s ancient, inherited, Semco Embroidery Stitches booklet thing, a crash course on everything that isn’t backstitch, even though everything ends up sort of vaguely backstitch and my vibrant blue under-eye-bags are doing beautifully today, thank you for asking.





All I need do now, is make a pincushion.

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PS. Dear Kate, I do solemnly promise to complete said pincushion before tomorrow’s Cinderella (post office version) hour.

PPS. Given I appear to be channelling Cath on the whole hearty bizzo, I fully intend to shamelessy plagiarise her pincushion modus operandi, in order to achieve said deadline.

PPPS. Want to see how far behind I really am? Take a peek around this week’s spaces a la creativity via Kirsty’s...