Fortune favours

Gypsy Rose sees everything in the leaves. She listens to the changes of the seasons and hears the whispers of secrets that travel on moonbeams.

In the light of a dancing fire she'll predict your future, but are you sure you want to hear?

Gypsy Rose is herself a reincarnation. Shadows of her former self remain as layers beneath her piercing gaze.

Be wary of falling under her spell!

Gypsy Rose will be at Paint Party Friday in a few hours. She sits in her tent waiting to share her stories. It's up to you if you believe...

Rose is a mixed media painting and collage. She is indeed a lady of layers with the ghost of an older painting underneath too. She has much to tell - providing you grace her palm with silver first.

Would you like Gypsy Rose to share her stories with you?

"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere."

Carl Sagan

Gypsy bagpipes and a special day

I'm not sure that listening to a celtic melody played by the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards will help me come up with some fitting story for this Indian Gypsy Queen.

If nothing else, the sound of the pipes makes me want to head north over the border into the wild glens and daydream of handsome men in kilts as I run through the heather.

I've had a painting frenzy over the past week so am able to once again join in the frivolity over at Paint Party Friday. I've still got the paint down my fingernails to prove it. At least I'll be able to join in on the "Isn't it hot"" conversations as the UK FINALLY starts to swelter in an appropriately summery fashion.

It must have been all those visitors arriving at Heathrow for a certain sporting event. They clearly packed us a little bit of sunshine each which was very kind of them.

I can also join in on debating the hot topic of that book which I am currently reading. Frankly I would like to smack the pair of them... but then again, I fear that may not be the solution...

PS: Something VERY SPECIAL is happening later today...



Fingers crossed Team GB!