stitching in circles makes for a bumpy ride

I wanted to make flat circles, but they became a bump. Ha! Happy with that discovery I continued to make another one and having made two similar in size sewed them together, showed them to the husband, who asked ‘is that a bra of sorts?’ He has learned to never be surprised at what comes out of my hands. ‘Nope, it is not, but you have given me an idea’ was my reply.

 I made a doll with three bumps: two tits and one pregnant belly.

Reminding me once again, we human beings all have a mother. The one thing we all have in common.

No judgment about what kind of a mother or for  how long she was in your life. Perhaps she was kind, maybe fierce as well, loving, denigrating, cold and mean. It’s not easy being a mother. My mother told me a story many years ago (I think I was a student by then and no longer lived with my parents) which has always made me smile. She was at the local market in town on the Friday morning when she heard a young child crying uncontrollably, wailing for his mother. No matter what anybody tried the child was inconsolable, all he wanted was his mother. Suddenly he stopped crying as he had spotted her…..she walked up to him, swept him up in one swift movement, pressed him to her immense bosom and smiled an almost toothless smile, gazing lovingly upon her lost one. My mother watched this spectacle and what became clear to her, and to me as she told the tale, a child’s love for his mother is unconditional.

I remember not being very interested in children up until I was about twenty-five. I cannot quite recall why I gradually changed my mind as there was no man in my life at that point to turn my hormones on. By the time my now husband and I were a five-year-old couple I was thirty-two and by then the hormones were raging and my body definitely wanted a child. A question of biology. Which we tend to rationalize and romanticize. Now I literally cannot imagine a life without them. Even though they no longer live at home and I don’t even think of them every day. It does amaze me that those two grown men have sprung from my womb, ‘wow’ I say to myself on occasion ‘that really did happen.’

She has a bum and a cunt, her face emerged as is and I cannot change that; she reminds me of a turtle and some other kind of nameless creature; she's not as neat looking as I would have liked, this is however what I can do for now, at this moment in time; I don't mention this by way of an apology, just stating the facts

A desk companion