Stranger than Art...

Just when I thought my life couldn't be anymore fucked up, I was proved wrong.  It took violence, the police and a long long discussion with Domestic Abuse people to get me to the point where I did the sensible thing, and started my life again.

And things are getting better.  I'm creating again.  I've moved all my craft stuff into my Dad's shed where I can play to my hearts content.  My patchwork and embroidery is in the house as the Shed is not entirely weatherproof (I'm still keeping everything in boxes, but it feels good to be doing stuff again, and scraping gesso off my fingers nd stabbing myself with fingers.

So I'm starting with the Blog again, to be a record of what I do, and of me becoming me again.  Fingers crossed.

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