Wednesday, November 11, 2015

A magnetic wall is a perfect place for pie

OMGYOUGUYS. You can't see me right now but I'm sitting on the rug in front of the fire and I can feel my face getting all toasty and pink and I am content.

It's pretty much just like last night, except then my toasty pinkness was down to a curry and my contentedness was down to lovely company in creative pursuit. Youguys, check this out. There was an Eric Gill exhibit on at the Old Truman Brewery and they had all these old, original sketches of Gill Sans and Joanna Nova and also - way more importantly - A MAGNETIC WALL. Look at Doreen and Tim hard at work while a lecture on Margaret Howell took place on the other side of the room:

We were BUSY, youguys.

You'll never guess which ones we did. Please also note Doreen's hand on the right spelling out her final masterpiece: 'Pie?'

Oh, Eric. 

See! Lecture!
Original wall in the background, before we owned it. 

Did youguys know that Eric Gill was a bit of a pervert? He totally was. Slept with nearly everything with legs it turns out, including family/pets/etc. Having seen this engraving of him, I can't say I'm surprised. Just LOOK at him:

A total Krieger.

'Free from all fancy business,' indeed. 

We ended the exhibition with a gorgeous curry on Brick Lane - because we were there, because tasty, because we were in iconic moods - and it was Such a London Night.

This place is alright.

Big hugs and lots of love,

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