Social housing

Just had a brilliant idea whilst blowing my nose for the eightieth time in the last minute. That is apart from killing Mr Smith for giving me this stinky cold. He went to the optician this morning, or rather the opthalmic optometrist at the eye clinic, and is now wandering around the house in a pair of prescription sunglasses avoiding sunlight looking like a vampirish Stevie Wonder but less charismatic.

Now about the idea: I want to make a quilt of hundreds of little houses. I realise this might take some time, not just an afternoon, so I have apportioned the task and I now plan a House a Day. Every day I will make a little house and show it to you (technology permitting). Then, at the end of a few months or years I will have made enough to cover a bed. This could be fun when travelling as I will have to make my houses out of scrap materials I find or cut up my clothes or Mr Smith's clothes. I feel it ought to tell a story - preferably not of divorce or death by scissors.

I went to my first stained glass making class yesterday. I was rubbish. It's mighty tricky getting the glass to break in exactly the right place. The other students seem to be certifiably insane - I fit in well.