Mrs Pegg was a peg doll that lived on the chest of drawers in the dining room of my childhood home. As the seasons shifted she became their keeper. Mrs Pegg's table became the place we displayed all our treasures as children. The fir cones, acorns and leaves of autumn; the twigs and bits of tinsel of winter; the catkins and blossoms of spring and the abundance of shells and petals in summer. Alongside this continuous flow of seasonal delights was the eclectic mix of stones, l

Midsummer I love to think about the seasons. I have written before about seasonal shifts, they appeal to my poetic sensibilities. That’s why what I am going to write next is going to be hard… here goes….I don’t really like the summer. There I said it. It’s quite a sweeping statement I know. I like the idea of it, of long evenings, sitting outside with a cool drink and the warmth but the reality leaves me hot and itchy from sun cream. There is an abundance of beautiful flower

March is a wonderful month for me because as well as celebrating two of my favourite people’s birthdays (husband and daughter) it’s also been International Woman’s day, mothering Sunday and the month of #meetthemaker so I thought what better time to open up to you all and give a bit more insight into who I am. Over on Instagram, the hashtag #marchmeetthemaker sees thousands of interesting craft’s people give and insight into their world. It’s a successful project run by @joan

The Space Between Jessica Bartlett and Jemma Grundon The Christmas Steps Gallery, 11 Christmas Steps Gallery, Bristol, BS1 5BS www.christmasstepsgallery.co.uk The Space Between is an exhibition by Bristol-based artists Jemma Grundon and Jessica Bartlett. It is an exhibition that explores ideas of transitional space and impermanence, as the artists attempt to find sensitive ways in which to capture a moment in time, and explain the aesthetic beauty of memory. Grundon and Bartl

Icarus flew too close to the sun. Icarus has long been an image held in my mind’s eye. The wings, the wax, the feathers, the burning sun. All the passion that taking flight to escape conjures up. I have never worked directly with the Icarus motif of the winged figure (man), although I have come close with installations of wax wings and tapered feathers (see pics) It continues to be a sauce of inspiration for me and I thought I would write about it, perhaps as a way of untangl

I find them everywhere. Even in the most concrete, urban places somehow a stray leaf will have blown my way, giving imperfect balance to my day. As foliage, green, they are a part of the tree; the garden; the woodland; the forest. Fallen, on the ground, they are mementos of what was. The autumn makes this passage of time, the falling becomes a spectacle. The abundance of leaves is an accepted beauty, a time to pause and appreciate nature. Rarely the singularity of a leaf is