Catherine O'Brien

It could have happened when I was writing in a ledger or hoovering that sneaky cranny on the stairs but it actually happened just after I had done a diagonal stitch using satin silk. I had thought you would have needed help with the blister foil, the protection all are afforded at one time. I […]

Sometimes I visit them. They are deserving of more but my heart has its misgivings. Occasionally, I think of them rattling around in that stale air of decay. I’m not adverse to the odd pang of regret.   I open the door and allow a thin slice of my life to enter. I like to