A confession

It's true - I've been cheating on you.

I've been having a facebook fling,
but it's over.

Almost.

It's not you, it's me.

I couldn't help it,

it was just so easy, 

I kinda fell into it. Just a click.

Then another click.

Then before I knew it I was hooked.

And then I got hooked on paper mache. 

With the warm spring air coming in 

and endless sunny days,

I was elbow deep in wallpaper paste.

Happily maching.

These are the trees of possibility.
Created from an old Rudyard Kipling
 book of poems.

Sometimes text leaps from the page
to tell me what it wants.

There are three trees of Possibility,
but it's very possible there will be more.

Then a trio of toadstools popped up. 

All shiny and ready for fairies to sit under, 

or to initiate brownies..

  

 Making little figures has proven a challenge. 

They are so fussy about their clothing.

 

Small stitches.

 The birdies will come to the market today. 

We will see if anyone "gets" them.

If they sit on the shelf ignored I may be forced

 to return home to binge on facebook.

It's less committing, like casual sex.

Yes I am cheating on my long term relationship with blogger. 

There it is. 

A seven year itch at six years?

Mid life crisis?

 Whatever, I will come crawling back, you know it.

 Meanwhile the story of Opal has seeped into the studio. 

I am dreaming of more trees with names - 

names Opal gave her mighty fir trees and her oaks.

Of having Brave Horatius the dog become paper mache.

What  is inspiring you?