Blogging is quite wierd as it is. Spilling the beans out in the open, unknown universe. Not knowing who reads your thoughts, and if they do read them, if they read what you meant to say. So, as if this weren't enough, I popped in this morning and checked Anna-Maria Horner's page, one of the brightest, happiest places to be on a hot 38C May day.
And there she was, once you clicked on that link, flesh and blood, speaking fast and lively about fabrics and kids, works and dreams. Not to be missed!