It always amazes me,that something as simple as an embroidered square of cotton can be part of a huge picture of blessings for women (and men) who we may never meet.
Give me a car and caravan and lots of clothes over fancy wings, light up dresses and gimmicky one trick ponies any day.
I was sitting in church doing my knitting this morning (I can knit and worship, can’t I?) and pondering my intern year, which has been the focus of my attention for some time now. What if the church hired a textile intern? My Uni friend Sarah, once pondered a similar idea, what if architects hadContinue reading “The Church – An unusual placement”