I hate it when it’s quiet at craft fairs. Don’t get me wrong, yesterday had its moments. The best bit was when a lovely blog reader brought me a present. It was something they’d found in a charity shop that … Continue reading
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where the heart is not
I don’t want to go home. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is right here. But here is not home. I am trying not to think of this as I am packing to go back. Back to … Continue reading