





The alphabet is so pretty, the antlers were an accident of cutting out, and inspired the deer-and the letters lent themselves to writing DEER.
Beautiful Coco Chanel-the article was something to do with the war and collaboration but I have no facts and just cut the picture out. I didn't want to read anything bad about her, and think that was why I didn't read it really. If anyone out there has more facts good or bad, please enlighten me.
Fun evening spent tracing faces from magazines. I was going to make some kind of garland, but in the end stapled them in here.
Photos from the blog-printed and taped in.
Pictures that relate to beaches-a small plastic diver on the packet of my Innocent lunch, and a collection of stones from a magazine.
The room of someone who enjoys objects described in the following ways-
shiny
natural
old
weathered
worn
patterned
ancient
The box was a find on Greenwich market today, along with the tiny boxwood round box. The dice came from a 50p bargain tin of dice, the lamp is made with tissue paper from last weekend's craft fair. The jewels on the floor are from my hoard of crystal beads. The vase is a thimble and old metal bead from Deptford market and the plants in the vase and box are scrap book embellishments. The rolls of paper are papyrus from the British Museum. The clock is an old watch. Inside the lamp is a battery run nightlight.

I love the way this is displayed-it is a hoard of silver which was buried in about 905, and found in 1840-in Cuerdale in Lancashire. The display's haphazard design is perfect for a hoard I think-as it tumbles out of its lead chest onto the ground.
Early this morning this plane and the droplets on the temporarily potted plants caught my eye.
The plants were moved because of clearing the border by the fence, then removing a rose that was rampant and diseased and then removing the ivy. Once the fence had gone, and the ivy was more or less conquered, I had the good(?!) idea of digging out the stump of the tree we had felled months ago. I don't want to use poison, my attempts to drill into it to make holes to rot it were pathetic and I was tired of all the little trees sprouting around the place. So, about two weeks ago I decided to dig it up. I had seen a tree which had been excavated a while ago, and the image of it there, with the roots all exposed, ready to be taken away, was very tantalising. Each night for the last two weeks, plus numbers of hours the last two weekends, have been taken up digging the tree. There are good and bad points to this activity.
Some of my finds. I have been finding the little mosaic tiles all over the garden for years and collect them in one box. There are three colours. The stone is pleasingly round and red, and the threepenny bit was a good find-better then rubble-or cat poo!
I manfully stuck my (Antony's) axe into the stump last night for a photo, and when I looked at it on the computer, saw the shaft of light hitting it.
I have used a spade, fork, trowel, saw, small japanese saw, secateurs, loppers and two axes in my efforts against the stump. I broke my posh metal trowel last night, so resorted to the £2 plastic one. I have used gloves and goggles as protection-but they just make me hotter!
It is hard to tell how deep the hole is in photos but believe me it is deep! I have never dug a hole before-well little ones for plants-but not one to cause a monster mound of earth that is out there at the moment. My Dad and brother are coming up to do the fence on Saturday so that is the cut off point! 

Yesterday I bought a book called 'The Art of the Miniature', by Jane Freeman.