|Memories of Italy|
Welcome: how wonderful that you are visiting this page, and have found my latest blog (I've lost count, but they all serve different purposes, so here's the story behind this one). From time to time - and particularly as now when I am sitting by the fire with a streaming cold - I forget about 'work' and decide to play. My energy fades, insufficient to write my usual 500-word-plus story-posts and source and manipulate photos. But thoughts are swirling, and I visualise this as a sort of scrapbook; minuscule patchwork 'entries'. Things that catch my fancy and are quick to post; pretty and quirky and even frivolous, stitched together with a thread of seriousness. As for the title; well, it fell from my pen into my notebook, and I liked it, and as both words have always been particularly relevant to my life, that's what I am calling it!
The little 'pocket book' shown above was made to accompany a visit to Italy that never happened, so in it I slipped mementos from former times - and as with everything I do, there is a story behind what you see. The 2ft tall 'Aceto di Vino' jar is one such; I'll take a photo and post that on another occasion.
Thankyou for visting - not much to read right now, but I hope you will come back often; and if you feel able to leave a comment, that would give me so much pleasure.