Phew! Hard slog today in grumpy shopkeeper land. They were queued six deep at times. Here's a queue of a different kind. A collage of some children sitting on a wall that I made during a recent creative break. The idea was to remake it in fabric, but why, for what reason? That's the only thing about saying you work in textiles. You then feel obliged to . Paper feels like cheating somehow. May do a touchy feely fabic version next year. Who knows, who cares.
In the meantime its nose to the grindstone for the Christmas Eve stampede.