I feel a bit torn in two about Christmas. Half of me wants to sit and make things with the children.Bake gingerbread and put tinsel everywhere but then I wonder how I ended up in Office works with two wiggling kids, almost crying, me not the children, as my fourth attempt to get Christmas cards printed bites the dust.You win some you lose some and this morning we won big time as a gust of wind made five hot air balloons land at the end of our street. We went down in bare feet and pajamas and watched them land and be folded away. It was really beautiful, we got to touch one it felt like a giant jelly fish as it heaved around on the ground. I didn't take my camera but maybe that is nice.I had a fleeting idea that maybe I should be a hot air balloon pilot until I over heard the handsome Italian balloonist say how he used to be a mountain climber and sailor. Maybe a bit much knot tying for me. Ill stick to tinsel wrangling for now.

My boyfriend works in a beautiful old warehouse with many other people doing interesting things. One of his neighbors is Ink and Spindle who make beautiful natural screen printed fabric and now have a new line of very lovely children's clothes. I think they are just beautiful and it is tying in with my new obsession with the colour mustard which has taken me by surprise as it used to be right up there with lime green as my most hated. Pretty excited about my new mustard cardigan that arrived yesterday in the post, woo hoo
Hello everyone who may be reading this after seeing the lovely article posted on the Readings website. How nice.

I am having a book and poster launch next Sunday the 4th of December at Smiley Mcslidey studio corner of Blyth and Nicholson st East Brunswick in Melbourne from 3pm- 5pm if anyone is in the neighbourhood, if your not you can get your very own copy at my little etsy shophttp://www.etsy.com/shop/gentlearts
Well it sure has been awhile between drinks of water but here I am, another baby boy and a new project finally almost finished after what feels like an eternity of chipping away at it. Small steps, small steps,
here we go boys.