The new year was coming – not just a new year but a whole new decade in fact! (2020 is such a satisfying number with its repetition and flowing form. Try writing it with a brush pen!) I’d planned a
More Whimper than Bang

The new year was coming – not just a new year but a whole new decade in fact! (2020 is such a satisfying number with its repetition and flowing form. Try writing it with a brush pen!) I’d planned a
We had a great workshop for gratitude journalling on Saturday. Thanks to those of you who came – you know who you are! One of the participants brought me some beautiful hand made paper scraps. The pieces had a deep
128 kits sold! Add to the total before the Crowdfunder ends! Read on to find out more…. The crowdfunder is about to end! This is your last chance to get involved. Thanks so much to everyone who has taken part
If you’ve been over at the ‘Workshops’ section of the site or watching my Facebook page lately, you’ll know that I’m taking part in the Westival: ‘a wee festival of wellness’ in the beautiful Scottish Borders at the Old Schoolhouse
We used to love the Insey Wincey Spider game! It’s a sort of snakes and ladders for young children but instead of a counter you get a very smiley spider, and as you throw the dice you get your spider
I knew it was going to be a challenging few weeks: lots going on with family, various visitors descending, and all 3 of my part time jobs colliding in places. I know myself these days and realised that in order
Have you chosen a ‘word for the year’? I’ve been choosing a word for several years now. I’m not the only one – I’ve noticed that it’s becoming increasingly popular – there are whole websites dedicated to the idea these
In this technological age I often wonder if paper will become a thing of the past. This would seem to be good news for trees, and I’m all for that. We have our phones after all – those ever-present devices
A lovely group of friends decided to treat one of their number to a creative journalling birthday party for her 30th. It was a courageous thing to do in many ways: they kept it as a surprise for the birthday
I used to dread October. ‘The nights are drawing in’, people say. For some that means warm firesides and hot chocolate. For me it can mean a potential cloud of depression hovering just beyond the horizon, likely to blow in