You never know if its any good until you try. Quite a good mantra to live by. The craft fairs i would normally sell my work at have been cancelled due to covid 19, this is the time i would have been able to sell to the public so i have had to find a different way of selling.
Not so long ago several people had the great idea of using their instagram following to host on line craft fairs, wish i’d thought of that! Bringing together creatives, charging a small sum for the privilege and banging out post after post with the most amazing crafts! I’ve found the amazing Bronte’s Gnomes , she makes the most delicious gnomes from Harris Tweed and i want to buy them all they are so cute!
So i have joined in with the selling and have posted and shared and liked and followed those who have intrigued me, now its YOUR turn, show some love, shop small and join me on instagram Look out for me on the Maker Bee on-line fair on the 28th and 29th of November, the @Handmadehour on-line fair on the 19th November and the Winter Arkade, Regents St, Liverpool on 13th December which is a physical market.
Shop small businesses this Christmas and support local artists and artisans during this very trying time, thank you.
No one can say that their lives are not influenced by their parents, it is guaranteed that your Dad will influence you in a different way than your Mum will. I am lucky to have had a very close relationship with my parents, we have understood each other the majority of the time. Yes there were times we argued, i was a teenager once. Somehow I became the daughter who was nominated as the caring daughter, I was the one who was left to look after my parents, I didn’t really mind , you don’t do you they’re your parents after all. When my Dad died my husband, son and I moved into the family home to look after Mum and over 20+ years we lived together through arguments, peaceful times, births, deaths and cancer. I was there for Mum 24/7 and when she was diagnosed with cancer, Multiple Myaloma, i became her carer. We were able to laugh through much of her battle, she was lucky with her Chemo she didn’t loose her hair or suffer sickness, we had the same sense of humour but at the end she did suffer terribly and when she finally passed away peacefully early one December morning my sister and I were able to say a peaceful and loving goodbye. I held her hand and told her how much I loved her and she was gone. Her funeral was a family affair, we were all able to catch up with each other, to talk and reminisce and wonder about the strong woman she was. After Dad died she restarted her education and ultimately gained a Ba hons in the History of Art and Irish Studies, a 2:2 no less! Last night with my loving family and my sister and her girls, we said the final goodbye when we scattered Mums ashes along the beach where we used to go in the summer, near to where Dad worked so he could pick us up in the late afternoon. We said goodbye just as the sun set in a riot of glorious colours and walking back from the beach i felt the weight of caring lift from my shoulders, when we went into our home i could no longer feel Mums presence, finally I am free to start living my life for myself, with the closing of the door a new stage of my life has begun and I hope i finally get to live it how I want not around others needs. Goodbye Mum, hello me.
