My sewing machine has sat in the corner, neglected, for most of the summer. Many times I've looked up from my computer with longing - oh to have the time to make something, anything - but it's been a very busy couple of months work-wise and by the time everyone is bathed, pyjamaed, read to and tucked in, all I can do is collapse on the porch with a cup of tea, a magazine and, occasionally, my husband. The crafty dry spell was finally broken last night, thanks to Miyako Kanamori's new book. The sock monkey belongs to Henry but was kidnapped by Stella. The dog is ransom.
(photographer's note: this is Stella's handiwork - note the little finger in the corner)
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