My kind of camping.

I'm just back from a theraputic dose of Sewjourn. I jumped on board Sooz's Craft Camp train. I met some new people, spent time with some great people I know, ate amazing food and enjoyed the serenity of the place.

Most theraputic of all, I got to live and breathe what I love - with others who simply got it..... and I didn't have to clean up my fabric scraps for two days.

Sewjourn is feeling more and more like home.

It was great to see that Storky is still standing (at least at the front end) and that the winter woollies are still serving him well.

All good things must end, unfortunately.....and finally, three days worth of sewing scraps had to be cleared from the floor.

Three cheers for Ms Myrtle&Eunice for moving mountains with a mole-hill-size broom.

And heartfelt thanks to my wonderful co-campers who helped restore my creative soul these last few days.