Before I began selling my wares, I used this blog to write about my adventures around the UK and my London fascinations. It’s interesting to see that some of those posts are still being read and explored, while my posts about the difficult changes at Etsy have garnered many comments and visits from fellow artists and handmade supporters/shoppers alike. This is an end of year peek at my most popular posts in 2014– a bit late!
Beneath the history dusted off for tourists in ghost walks and Tower of London grotesques, the spurned of London persist in collective memory. We will never really know their truth, and this is even more so with women’s stories…(read more)
While my hours are sometimes very long, and my callouses are painful, I still don’t have the resources for interns and personal assistants. The new Etsy would like to cater to sellers who outsource the making of their goods because it means more volume and money for them. The decision makers at Etsy are looking a lot like the big businesses insisting on the bottom line, and the creative hands and hearts that originally built the site are ransomed in the process…(read more)
What has essentially happened is this: Etsy used to be like a lovely little beach where you could go and find interesting little stones. Combing through the sand was fun, with many delightful surprises: a shell here, a piece of beach glass there. And then one day the authorities decided to use it as a dump, piling up plastic junk. You could still go there looking for little stones and shells, but you would have to wade through tons of refuse to find the treasures…(read more)
Every place has its symbol that defines it, captures its genius loci.
In London I worked in the City for a spell– one of the darker times in my life. I would often look to the guardian of that place– the pizzled dragon with its heraldic erection, and wonder. To survive the alienation and everyday struggle I would often call on dark things to help me. They were always there, waiting.
What a contrast now to find the sigil of this city, York, to be a white, five petaled mandala. I fell in love with it when I first saw it…(read more)
The creep of Fairy Knowe is 18 feet long– I scampered in and found the darkness warm– the shadows ocher colored. Inside was a feeling of safety, and wild information there for the taking, if one were to crawl further into one of the rooms…(read more)