I made it.....later than I wanted but I'm here. Saturday is football day in this house. Husband, son, male friends of the above. Normally they say hi and take themselves off to the pub outside the football ground. Today they wanted to discuss teams and tactics in my living room despite my best efforts to get rid of them. I endeavoured to turn the subject round to gingham but it didn't work. They wanted to stay, under my feet, talking about formation, 4-4-2 is the preferred line up today I gather. They've gone now.....and the door is firmly locked so they can't get back in.
Before this male invasion I had a lovely morning pressing gingham. I need this gathered around me so that I can ponder and consider. I have a hankering to work with gingham at the moment, I have for a while and it won't pass. It is taking a back seat though, it has to, simply stitch things to attend to that I hanker after equally as much. If it's laid out however, neatly pressed, it will catch my eye every now and then and perhaps feed an idea, a direction.