In praise of random colour

When I was four years old my Granny knitted me a striped short sleeved jumper from the scraps. I loved that jumper. So much so that I refused to let my Mum throw it away, long after I had grown out of it. That and a yellow dress my Mum had  painted the seven dwarfs around the bottom edge with hobbytext.

Some of my earliest memories are of random colour combinations. My mother was very resourceful and always used up the scraps, just as Granny did. We had striped jumpers, patchwork quilts, granny rugs and I had a terrific patchwork dog too!

So it is no wonder that I love random colour combinations. I love exploring the terrain and finding nooks that suit my mood, right then, in that moment, where I want to dwell a minute - but then other ones that will fit my mood tomorrow. The seemingly never-ending combinations and discoveries keep my interest and seem to suit my mind set. Some might call me flighty. Or just easily bored.

This quilt was crocheted by my Granny, Mabel, and it was always on my Mother's bed as a quilt...

 Short sleeved jumper to replace the one I had when I was four....

My well loved every day tapestry handbag given to me by fellow sister outlaw Lynne..

The rug I'm making from the left over seams of felted jumpers..

 And beads....