Seconds

 Before this post is read I have to reveal..there has been wine.
Yes I know....its a mistake to blog while under the very slight influence of two glasses of Banrock but hey..its about time.

(UPDATE: now, this morning,  the wine has worn off I feel a little ashamed of shamelessly inviting sympathy..but thank you all for your lovely ego massaging comments!  I know some of the other people who are going to be exhibiting at the fair and I love their work and would be delighted to be a part of it.)

The truth is..I am a reject.
I flippantly mentioned in my last post that I had the possibility of three Christmas markets..and then I decided against one of them because it was outside.
Well I heard from one of them...........................

...................I've been rejected.

Or should I say 'not selected'? That sounds a little better.

I really need to grow up but I am dreadfully hurt by this.

I know. Rejection is all part and parcel of being an 'Artist'..but perhaps I'm not? 

Perhaps I'm the embroidery equivalent of the crochet poodle toilet roll cover maker?

(I DO apologise if you are the crochet poodle toilet roll cover maker..I'm told they are ironic now and therefore 'cool')

However, I'm feeling very positive about my latest efforts. I photographed them on my homemade tree because I am applying for yet another rejection craft event.

Get out the tissues....

I don't care...I make what I like. And it seems...some others like it too. Thank you for all your lovely lovely  comments. Re the 21st and 22nd items in my profile: I get it all from the great comments here.
(We'll ignore the eleventy bazillion anonymouses which really boost the comment count. I always delete them)

I am thinking of keeping these greens for a textile hanging project. Sad to say I am hugging myself about these.

On Sunday we sat about wondering where we should go for a walk, and whether we should go for a walk..it was soooooo dull outside. Eventually we bestirred ourselves..I'll admit it was nearly three thirty and the clocks had gone back so not long till dark.....and set off in the car to the end of the walk we normally do, a teeny hamlet called White Coppice, (If anyone saw the childrens' tv series a few years ago called 'Sloggers' about a cricket team, it was filmed there) and walked the bit we are always too tired to do when we get to White Coppice on foot.

We are so fortunate to live in such a lovely area. Its Lancashire but not the Coronation Street bit.

The colours of the leaves are spectacular this year. When I took this, I was thinking of Emma's 'Splash of Colour' theme over on Siverpebble...a lovely blog with beautiful silver jewellery. Pop over and say hello.

I wish I could have focussed the berries but it was going dark.  I  photographed this tiny frond with the fantastic forest colours across the water. Just look at the spores on the back of the leaves. They were about pinhead size.
We stood there for  quite a while taking in the misty evening and the distant noises of a family with  children throwing stones into the water on the other side.

Ahhh...bliss.