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 own them. This weekend, I cleared out an enormous chest of drawers of all these artists' materials. Some of it has been squirrelled away in case of future use: you never know when you might need a little blue bead or some

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