A wordsmith by vocation.
For a few years, I was an artist. I made textile art, by felting wool with soap and hot water into pictures. I would sew over them, either by machine or embroidering by hand, and sometimes, I would sew tiny beads on too where the pictures needed it: as glints of sunlight reflecting off the sea, or as the centre of flowers. I would frame them and have the occasional exhibition, and if I was lucky, people would fall in love with them and volunteer to part with their money to ow