starting from fresh

It's strange how you can get wrapped up in something so much that you are not aware of the blinding obvious. I had always wanted a shop....when I was a small girl my father made me a pink wooden shop with the words..."DEBORAH'S SHOP" lovingly painted on the front.

Well the word on the street is that Winnie's is no more but I'm not sad because I realised that my own work was beginning to suffer. I can now go back to my idea books and try things out. Plus my involvement with The Art Market keeps my appetite going.