November 2014 Diary

Diary for November 2014. Below are the links explaining the images and words.

Mounted onto a page from an old wallpaper samples book, given to me by my friend, Annie.

I have stitched four diary napkins for 2014. One for June, one for October, and, one for May.

All of my work is numbered, this is piece 612.

Candle, ducks, fish     Madonna and Child    Je suis Charlie, heart, pencils    HEART    Cricketer

Dentures    Guitar    Please look after this bear    Hat    Slaves    PD    Pipe man    Coventry

A gentleman is never unintentionally rude    All human life    Trouble makers      Rosetta

The most delightful people you will ever meet in your life     Nobody waits    Gag    Football

Indomitable spirit of goodness    Remember remember       Right Honourable    Man at C & A

I know this world is killing you    More cheese Gromit?     Fine and Dandy     Paintbrush

Stranger on the shore    Trespassers will be prosecuted   Dog     Mr. Turner     Lest we forget


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Once again, I am filling up the gaps with images from Julia’s colouring book.

The candle is for the liberation of Auschwitz, seventy years ago. Hearing the survivors talk this week was heart-wrenching.

Two little ducks is bingo slang for 22, which is the number of my childhood home.

The fish is because I am the sign of the fish, not that I believe in that stuff.

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Sunday, 23rd November

I added this after reading a post on Caroline Cartwright’s blog, Return To Work Mother. The post was about organ donation. I always look forward to reading Carrie’s posts, they come straight from the heart. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I don’t actually know her. I read loads of posts about the poppies at The Tower, but it was this one that moved me the most.

The letters were cut from a Renault Clio advert in a magazine.


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Friday, 28th November

Paddington is everywhere. You turn on the telly, there he is. You open a newspaper or magazine, there he is. And today, a bus went by with a giant Paddington on the side.

I do adore him, though. Michael Bond is a lovely writer, and has given my daughter and I lots of pleasure. You can’t help but like Paddington. He is so proper and decent, and gentle.

Not forgetting those delicious Ivor Wood cartoons from the Eighties. Loved those. Brilliant cardboard cutouts, stiffly moving around to the tunes of Herbert Chappell.

Anyway, if you don’t know, when Paddington arrives here, from  darkest Peru, he has a label around his neck saying, ‘Please look after this bear, thank you.’ I cut the words from ‘Time Out’.

You can see the whole napkin, here.