The small town in which I live has a lively culture of
antique (read: second hand) shops, which are great fun to browse when I am at
the end of my creative rope. The other
day I found an old quilty cat doorstop – it felt like it had a brick inside! –
and dragged it back to the studio for inspiration. Today, feeling ready for Market and with a
scrap of energy any some fabric left, I made my own version, complete with
going out to my garden and digging up a little sack of gravel to weight it
down. She reminds me of my first cat, an
orange tabby I called “Monster”.
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