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This morning I made some prints for Christmas presents, before visiting Margery and Paul at:
This ever popular exhibition did not disappoint in its array of art works in different media, reasonably enough priced to make for good, unpressurised Christmas shopping.
Margery’s own charming clown cushion makes a good start.
Lucille Scott’s snails would decorate any garden.
There is much good jewelry on a par with these necklaces.
Deborah Richards’s ceramic sculptures are a highlight.
I liked Ruth Facey’s wire pictures.
Rita Rouw’s Lounge Lady, reflecting the note of humour in the exhibition, has an air of Beryl Cook.
The cock and cats at the top of the stairs seems a happy juxtapostion.
On the way up are a row of Josephine Sumner’s colourful linocuts,
opposite which are strings of fish.
The contents of this shelf in the kitchen may or may not be for sale. Whether or not, they are examples of the objects around this home that display the best part of a century’s fascination with all forms of creativity.
There is still another week in which to visit the show.
We spent that afternoon with Elizabeth and Mum in turn at their respective homes in West End.
way home we noticed that a number of the small towns, like Lyndhurst, have switched on their Christmas lights.
There was enough of yesterday’s Indian takeaway for, with the addition of onion bahjis, second helpings this evening. Jackie drank Hoegaarden, and I finished the madiran.