Napkin Diary For November 2014

This is a much better photo of my napkin diary for November 2014, and below are the links explaining the images and words.

Plus, I don’t think I mentioned that it is 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 (exhibited at The Mall Galleries, November, 2014), 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


27. Napkin Diary For November 2014


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.



If You Are New Here:

I like to make art from stuff nobody else wants. Stuff from the bin. Stuff with a secret history.

I absolutely never cut up books which could otherwise be read, or clothes which could otherwise be worn. Nor, do I erase the blemishes left by life. I cherish life’s blemishes.

A few years back, I bought six vintage linen napkins in a charity shop, for the meagre sum of two pounds. So far, I have turned three of my napkins into sewn diaries, using fast food leaflets, old magazines and books.

Each of my napkins represents a month, with a different entry for each day. For example, the day Lynda Bellingham died, I added the Oxo box from my kitchen cupboard.

November is my fourth napkin, the others are June, May and October. Some of them can be found in my shop.