Late to the party as usual…

13th May 2022

Late to the party as usual, bursting in with layers of clothing and bags of hastily bought nibbles and booze…. gloriously unkempt and needing the liquid bravery of a glass to hold.

Writing on a computer still feels terribly modern. God I’m old.

So how does this blog thing work then? Can I just waffle on in nonsensical wibble? or should I be terribly serious and talk about Art and life in a grown-up way?

Perhaps that will accidentally happen.

Hello! Fi here.

This is my blog.

I have always scribbled diary things for myself, so this is a bit of a departure.

If you feel like reading on, I feel I must apologise for lack of actually being any sort of writer. And for spelling, which even the spell check sometimes lets out an exasperated sigh about. And for other writing type rules which I shall be ignoring.

As you are here, you have perhaps found our newly created web site for Herbert Hedley.

Or you are my parents.

Either way you are very warmly welcome!

Husband Stu is as we speak, busily trying to work out search engine optimisation and such things, which just puts a picture in my mind of Thomas the Tank Engine and friends having a bit of a jolly race, with people in hats, waving.

I am sitting in our beautiful Gallery space at Westmark Barns, Petersfield, taking a moment to reflect.

We opened here in October and are loving gathering beautiful things and lovely people to share the delight of the handmade, the beautiful and useful, the lovely to see and lovely to use, joyful things of life and home.

Five months on and the next step is to make a web site. Being very busy on Instagram is lovely, but there is more to say and more to try.

We have plans to put the exhibitions upon line as well as being here, and it would be fun to play with the Herbert Hedley back story that we haven’t mentioned for a while.

Jugs of lilac and cow parsley and tulips falling with grace on every surface here now.

Flowers, like books, always making a place home in my eyes.

And home is most definitely where the heart is.

With Love,

Fi