Archives for posts with tag: Wood

Beautiful wooden things and coffee with Bivan.

Christmas decorations with Jonny. Yes, in November.

Our pub and then Bridget Jones with too many cheesy balls.

Oh and Nat sending me a recording of him playing a Christmas song on the tuba. That actually really made me smile for a long time.

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Kicking through the bright yellow leaves on the pavement.

The whole wood working day. The bright blue sky, being outside, the fire, making a bowl, the feminist chat at lunchtime, the end result. It was brilliant.

Smelling like wood smoke


Dinner with Helen. Reminiscing, laughing and reliving.

Liking my hair. My face. Feeling good.

Getting a text from him. First. 

Also, this wooden plant pot at work.


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 


The green wood bowl workshop. I made a bowl from a chunk of log using an axe, an adze, a chisel and a knife. It was amazing! And such hard work. But I did it. 

Doing it with Jim. I love him. What an amazing friend to have had for 25 years. He’s one of the most caring and supportive men I know. I’m so lucky.

Watching Happy.

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Dad got the job!
I whittled a spatula.
Yes Bitch. K Rizz.

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Laura Ashley bubble bath in my bath after a long, strenuous day. It smelled so good.
Whole milk.
I bought some wood. First steps.

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Smell of wood dust on the tube

That feeling you get after one drink at the end of work

That feeling you get after three drinks at the end of work

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