Thursday, 19 February 2009
When I was small my favourite book was the Munch Bunch book about Professor Peabody. He loved books and learning and sharing knowledge. He was also a peapod with legs and shoes. Now, I'm no peapod, but I sure loves to learn. Anyone who has read previous posts will know how I've been rambling on about the good times around the corner - well, the good times are HERE BABY!! So many good things have happened of late, it's been incredible. Today was my first day of teaching at UCLAN in Preston. I did a presentation about my work to the final year Textiles students and went through the brief of a project I will be teaching on over the next 8 weeks. Exciting stuff and I will be writing more about it.
A couple of weeks ago I did a workshop and talk about my work to a group of teenage boys seeking asylum in the UK. I was pretty nervous about it, but I really enjoyed it, and it seemed they did too. I got the gig through Manchester Art Gallery, where Lilli Brodner and Jason Tayor are running a programme called Design Your Life. All good stuff.
I have been featured the Autonomous Artisans blog this week and have been included in an article on etsy. Wowzers. It's all go! You know I like to keep it brief, so that's enough trumpet-blowing for now. I guess I'll just have to blog more frequently...
Oh, yes, one more thing, it was my birthday on Saturday, I'm a Valentine's baby and boy was I feeling the love from my awesome friends. Thank you all for a fantastic day and night, love love love you all xxx
Monday, 2 February 2009
...on the lovely Guy Garvey off of out of Elbow. The 'thinking woman's bearded crumpet' came into my studio on Saturday and made some purchases. I think I kept it pretty cool, but inside I was mad swooning! He bought a feather-print apron and matching tea towel for his friend's housewarming, what an absolute gent! He was chatting away nicely as I stared at him, agog. Yes, we shared a moment.
In other news, the snow has caused me some small pain, I absolutely stacked it walking to the bus stop this morning, causing me to swear like a trooper and crushing the life out of my coccyx. I will be bruised.