And then a little light relief. A Little Bo Peep made out of recycled packaging, made to amuse my daughter and grandchildren who were coming to play later in the day. 

And fixed up the dollhouse pram that I had when I was a child and that somewhere along the way lost a wheel and never got re-wheeled 

And then I made a tiny paintbrush out of some found cat hair and a twig and thread .. and it makes this mark 

Hmmm, so what is my blog about ? Is it politics ? Is it art ? Is it my garden ? Or flowers in general ? Or where I go for walks, and who with ? Or yoga  ? Or shiatsu and traditional chinese medicine ? Or my emotional ups and downs, now and in the past ? I am not absolutely sure. It seems to be a bit of a hotch potch, a meandering journey through whatever is going on, is most imperative in my life, in the years since I began blogging when I was at university/art school. I started because one of our tutors recommended that we made a blog. Initially it was difficult to do, that "look at me" aspect of being is something I quite struggle with. Maybe because I was struggling with the visibility at first I kept my blog quite unemotional almost clinical, lots of photos documenting my work. But since then, over the years I have written quite personal disclosures every so often. My work is often related to my feelings so it seems appropriate even though I am aware that my exposure may put off readers and is an extreme form of "look at me". I think it's difficult to ever really know another's feelings so I can only work from my own experience, opening up on a page or computer screen is often a pit-stop on the journey towards constructing a visual representation of what I am feeling. And I think maybe that is why I try to translate my feelings into material form because a feeling is sometimes easier to relate to in that form and also easier to express, and witness. And sometimes I lose connection with my soul when I'm writing, the words can come out as blah .. it's worse when I'm talking. Sometimes someone will have seen a piece of work and connected to it on a feeling level and that gives me real joy because I think that's where I engage with the part of me that holds most true. 
And I guess, in truth, I believe that mostly no-one really looks at my blog, so I use it a bit like a personal notebook or diary and all the subjects, and more, that I've listed above go to make up who I am, and so are in important and worthy of note to me if not anyone else.  
Anyways, I'm not sure if fiddling about with four of the too many bottle-caps I've been saving and some old cardboard packaging really constitutes art, but play is certainly a necessary part of my life and ripples into every aspect of my being. So I thought I'd post the little car I play-made this morning.