I've always liked the American word for Autumn............ Fall......... it's beautifully evocative don't you think? fall.............. a lovely soft ..................gentle word, evoking an image of brightly coloured leaves ...................spiralling to earth. Beautiful.
I've not long returned from the library, and on the way home I collected these leaves above. Are you a leaf collector? I'm a bit of a hoarder of leaves, I found a stash of them the other day, each leaf placed between kitchen paper, dry and brittle. I think I prefer them when they're curling like these one's, with a little of their colour remaining.
Whilst I was browsing in the library, I found this book on the library shelves, "Three-dimensional embroidery" by Janet Edmonds, it's absolutely fascinating. I'm finding myself more and more interested in textile art, the shapes and textures, they draw me in, and give me ideas for my knitting.
A thing of beauty, this nest, don't you think? It's a "just because" piece. No function, other than the things it might make you feel and the thoughts you have when you look at it, I suppose you could call that a 'function' perhaps.
And what could be the result of me seeing this structure above? Who knows hey?! Who knows how these things could influence you, now you've seen them? Maybe not at all, or maybe they'll have sown the seed of a little something, a little idea.
This weekend I hope we'll have the time to watch this DVD of the film 'Fanny and Alexander', which I've wanted to see for years.
There'll also be some curling up on the sofa, infront of the wood burning stove, reading my newly acquired download from Sarah London, an issue of her Hip to Hook publications, which I love. Isn't that tea cosy a bundle of joy? I have to crochet this, I have to.
Hugo and I have been invited to a 40th Birthday party this weekend, and we have to dress up as zombies. I've never dressed up as a zombie before.
I'm sure there was something else I was going to mention, and I can't remember what it was now. It will come to me. That's what happens when your husband is watching a programme on the t.v about Eddie Stobbart lorries. Nope, can't remember. Or maybe this is the effect of doing my accounts all week, unbelieveably. I've finished last years, almost, I just have to get up to date on this years. Now I know why I was looking at leaves on the ground as though they were beautiful sculptures, earlier, it was the effect of being tied to the computer with figures swimming before my eyes, the world outside seemed miraculous. Well, I'm off now to take a running leap into the swimming pool of my weekend. Love Vanessa xxx