Here is my studio blind, it is a Sanderson fabric called Dandelion
I just love it! As the daylight is so short at the moment I have not been able to get any photos without artificial light but I am sure this gives you an idea
My Hb and I fitted this one on Sunday. I have also bought a matching blind for the left hand window and at the moment have not decided about the door. I may well buy a plain maroon red for that or I may just buy the same. They were out of stock so I have time to think about it.
This is a link to the green version we have in the kitchen.
We also have lampshades of this in our newly decorated room.
I cannot get enough of these wonderful retro patterns.
Back at the Studio...this is the light sensitive lantern my Dad installed for me. It clicks on and off with any movement and when I go in and out. It gives such a cosy glow in the darkness.
I also have a clock which I can see from my workbench.
We have assembled the first of my Ikea Billy bookcases for my storage. I have bought another 2 doubles and a single but we need to get an off cut of carpet in place first.
Some of my card making stash in place.
I wound my new fairy lights around the rafters which also give a lovely glow.
That is my Studio news up to date for now. I will of course post again when I have some more to show.As you all know life gets rather busy this time of year.
So here I am working outside in my wonderful creative space. I love it. It gives me a little warm glow inside when I see these photos.
I hope you are all keeping cosy wherever you are in the world. In my Count down to Christmas there are only 26 days left so I really should get on with the last of my cards and jewellery. Have fun with all your festive preparations too.
As I have felt very nostalgic writing the post I just had to share one of my favourite poems for this time of the year. It's the last day of November tomorrow and this seems very apt!
November comes and November goes,
With the last red berries and the first white snow.
With night coming early and dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket and frost on the gate.
The fires burn and the kettles sing
And earth sinks to rest until next spring.