I think some of us are very fragile people, pretending to be big and strong and some of us are very brave people, pretending to be small and helpless. Only I’m not sure which one I am.
No one ever forgives us for changing. They want us to be constant and always wear the same colours but we’re not meant to. We’re meant to be a little different each morning. Every two years I change and become someone else wearing the same eyes. It’s a little uncomfortable, like a snake shedding skins. They never forgive me for changing but I do it because you need to die a little bit now and then to feel alive.
My name is Amy and I am one of a pair, Crafter, Maker and Observer. Hunter To The Hunted is a way for me to keep track of all the the little (and big!) things that fill my day and my head. It is made up of my obsessions, freakouts, loves, wants, needs and things that I am hunting or have hunted down. It is also the name of my lovely little Etsy shop which is filled with handmade Collections of Curio, Whirls of Whimsy, Accumulations of Articles and Selections of Somethings!
Old Lady Books Club: Announcing Book #002
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[image: Sipsworth by Simon Van Booy beside an arrangement of flowers from
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I find this more amusing than my kids do
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I made this block (you can see all the sides in this little video) because
I was getting sick of nagging and sick of saying the same thing every day
to my ...
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