Firstly I must apologise for the quietness of the blog, we are just building up to the last few weeks and I am tumbling between being very busy to stopping abruptly and needing to catch up on my rest.  This weekend I promised to do this, that and the other and what has actually happened is I stopped, however I did put a few things into plan that had lagged behind so all was not lost. 

There are also plans afoot to change the name of the blog, and its always difficult to know which way to go on that.  I do the blog for my own amusement and recording of events and journeys (whether emotional/spiritual or real life) and have found it difficult to come up with a name that will suit me for the rest of my years.  Perhaps I am only meant to have a blog name that lasts a few years, whilst I reinvent my self and then meet that change whole heartily with a blog name that reflects what I am doing at the time.  I don’t know, its something I am still pondering.  I have a name that I really like, but I feel its too early to use it, I don’t want to jinx myself.

However, as it stands this name is no longer reflective of us or our current situation.  We have had to give up the allotment, which was a little sad, combined with relief.  I’d always thought we would have the allotment with us for ever, but now I know my life has taken a different path.  Events conspired, notably burglaries and weather and hubby falling out of the attic at Christmas which he is still, even now, a little sore from.  With me wandering off to London with my spotty handkerchief holding my possessions and my pussycat scampering around my heels it was time to let go, which we did, last weekend, taking a final picking of purple sprouting and leeks.

The college is really buzzy at the moment, I love it.  Exhibitions abound with some great talent and students are busy putting up or making exhibitions in the corridors or classrooms, then you turn a corner and are met with a cake stall or a nail bar.  Fellow students are being called into hair and makeup to have trial runs ready for the show and the sound of sewing machines going flat out with the odd cheer or whimper abounds.  I have nearly completed my dress, it has 83 pieces – enough said, apart from “What were you thinking!” its going okay, I’ve nearly finished it.  I developed an evil relationshhip with my overlocker this weekend, with the overlocker cackling away and skipping stitches whilst I swore at it.  I rethread and rethread and eventually I stripped it down and rethread and at the moment (fingers crossed) its going okay. 

And finally I have details of our show, Style and Sound at the Spa Centre on the 20th June (Thursday) from 7.00 p.m. until 10.00 p.m. at the princely sum of £6.00 each. 

I am not in the show, my dress will be, as will my Townsmen designs for Playbox theatre, my other designs  were made to fit me, so they won’t be.  As I said I am a designer, not a model and so am able to watch the show which will be a real treat. 

Grab a partner or girlfriends/boyfriends and book yourself a couple of tickets, I promise you, it will be fun.