In The Land of Tea and Biscuits

We arrived in London early Monday morning, and I will admit, I was barely hanging on by a thread.  I ended up with the stomach flu the day before we left- and it was bad- very, very bad.  I couldn't get out of bed- let alone trek all the way to London.  I thought for sure our trip would have to be cancelled, and I was in a state of total mourning.

And yet- on Sunday, the clouds parted, and I felt well enough to go.  But I will admit- the trip sapped me of every last bit of energy I had stored up in my reserved.  I arrived- and proceeded to collapse into bed and then catch a nasty head cold.  It is official- I am a walking petri dish of fun.

Despite all of that- I am having an incredible time at our workshop.  Sitting and crafting is just the amount of activity I can handle.  Our teacher, Julie Arkell, maker of the lovely creations you see here, is simply amazing.  We spent today crafting little creatures out of newspaper and wallpaper paste- a sort of paper mache process.  Tomorrow, once they are dried, we will finish the surface with pages from old books, and sew and knit them clothes.

It is the most fun type of crafting- playful, zany, and anything but serious.  I cannot wait to show you my little creatures.  In addition to our fabulous workshop, the place which we are staying is beautiful- the view outside our window in the morning is of frost covered countryside, and we haven't even begun to explore the acres of gardens.

 

However- as a weary, traveling, pregnant lady, the thing I am enjoying most about our British experience is the fact that they never go more than an hour or so without a tea break.  Forget everything else- cookies every hour- I'm sold!