DAY TWENTY ONE.
Rob'in, noun. Small brown bird with a red breast.
I have been itching to make another embroidered collage since going to the Mrs Bertimus workshop at Hope and Elvis a few weeks ago.
Very happy with how this turned out and its making me feel very festive.
Which is lets face it never a bad thing!
Plus it means I used up one of my ever growning collection of rusty old tins.
Which in turn makes room for more forsaken tins that look at me with sad eyes every time I venture into the Old Town in Hastings.
Love Nora xxx