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My son, Ben, drove to Kimberley for a long overdue 3 day visit to the Mogotsi family, now comprising of only two members, Christine and Charlie. Both sides declared it a resounding success.
Christine gave him this gorgeous photograph of herself as a school child.
On the back is written:
Jan 1972
I didn’t know anything about flashing toilets so I flush my school belt by mistake in the white toilet so I cried continuously, so mum gave me this belt, just to take a photograph with my school uniform. Thankss!!!
From Monkey’s Wedding, Lucky Fish Press
Ants on their leaf boats sail the swollen gutters. They bear presents for the wedding being held under the trees at the edge of the city.
A life led under the human radar merely because you are small.
How I love to enlarge what is too small to notice or contract what is too big to understand…I read that it is on the macro level of the universe/big bang and the micro level of subatomic particles that the craziest discoveries are being made which are subverting our mundane understandings based on our senses. The very smallest bits of everything, they postulate, are vibrating elastic bands- the super string theory.
They warrant a painting these super strings, maybe an embroidery?
Why does this image say it all?
The Sunday night apprehension, the playground bullies, the monotony, the routine. From under the sheltering umbrella of bed and home, these shoes must go forth into all that with me reluctantly inside them.
From Sibu’s school shoes in An African suitcase
All because of cutting through an apple and seeing this, did this occur:
From The apple-core twins in An African suitcase
Clinging onto the stalk, the identical twins, Posy and Portia, in their apple home.
From The apple-core twins in An African suitcase
A pair of identical twins takes off. The wide world awaits them.
From The apple-core twins in An African suitcase, DVD compilation of stories, poems etc.

The caption -if you can’t read it – says ‘A chimpanzee threading a needle. These monkeys can be taught to sew quite well!’
I think it’s a perfect way to herald the arrival of a book about a monkey illustrated with embroideries:
TADA!!!!!!!!
‘Monkey’s Wedding‘ the picture book, is.
It is here, it is printed, it is delivered, it is filling my home from front door to back, it is beautiful and it is ON SALE for R150!
Contact me at vivic@telkomsa.net to order.
At first the thinking was something along these lines: what should I do with these silk ties I have collected over the years from charity shops and flea markets? Ah, I know, sew them onto a cloth, some unbleached calico that came my way. I enjoy their silly lapping tongue tips as they snake over the cloth. Once that is done I have a piece of cloth whose back is pretty manky with big untidy stitches. OK so I have a piece of calico to cover the back exactly the right size and all. But technically, how to do? A visit and phone call to a friend who knows all about these things sends me to a place that I never thought I’d go. Quilting. Yes, batting between the two layers helps to even out the weight and feel of heavy ties – and yes, ties are really heavy – and thin cloth between them. Then to stabilise the two layers we pin the entire surface with safety pins – hundreds of safety pins – and I sew rows and rows of undulating in and out stitch between the ties using thickish white cotton thread. Finally the edges. The same friend cuts super-accurate strips of cloth on her natty cutting board with a cutting wheel, shows me how to sew them together slant- wise to make a long thin continuous strip of edging, teaches me a nifty little trick to get professional mitered corners and leaves me to finish off the said piece. This I do with my Singer sewing machine which courageously sews through four layers of stuff as if it was born to do it, and then it’s only a matter of turning the edging over and hand sewing it on the back. Viola! My first quilt, a gift to another dear, dear friend whom I hope it will please.
Thanks to Jenny Hermans.