Yesterday I stitched this play on the phrase "Oh, to be young and in love" on to an antique linen cross-stitched with a floral design my mum's colleague gave me... apparently it belonged to her mother (I'm not sure she'd be too impressed with my subversion of its glorious twee-ness!)
This may wind up becoming a part of my planned collaboration with my friend Jess, who has just joined the cool kids on Blogger.
Here's Jess enjoying the present I made her for her birthday. That's right, it is a chintzy floral tank.
Soon I'll post about my final university showing, but first here are some photographs of what Pip and I did today; messed around in the garden with my Polaroid cameras. I haven't got these babies out for years and years, I'm surprised the long-expired film worked so beautifully.
Here we are in all our soft-focus, light-leaky glory.
|Taken by Pip on my Spectra|
|Taken by me with my Land 420|
|Pip again (there he is in the window) with the 420|
|And finally one my brother attempted to take of the pair of us, from which we are mysteriously absent. I still quite like it, though.|
It was our six-month anniversary on Friday, and amongst other sickening gifts, I stitched Pip a letter on to a page from a Ladybird book of ducks and swans which Mark bought me.
I think I like the back better than the front.
(Pip calls me Pine Cone because I once sent him a pine cone in the post when I was pining for him... we share a weakness for awful puns.)