This is another one for the Armenia album and journalling reads:
Two weeks into our trip we had an epiphany. A rather precocious ten-year-old on camp named Nane had taught us how to introduce ourselves in Armenian. We thought she had taught us to say "My name is..." and then we would tack our names on the end to get "My name is Kirsty". It turns out actually she taught us to say 'My name is Nane" and so we have all been cheerfully introducing ourselves as "My name is Nane Kirsty". We have proudly been showing off our Armenian for the past fortnight...
AND NO ONE HAS CORRECTED US.
This explains the indugent smiles and sniggering. We only worked it out (yours truly in an act of stellar detectivism) as one of the participants introduced herself in the session and didn't say the Nane bit. Our translators, Siranouche and Marianna found the whole thing hilarious. We are somewhat humbled. And yet amused.
So much for learning Armenian.
For this page, I had a go at a bit of reverse-applique-action. Cue some slightly fiddly cutting with the tiny scissors. But worth it, I think. I rather like the effect. And it's a great way for using up scraps!
I'm going to leave you with a picture of the hexagons now as a mini-sneak for something that will be coming on Tuesday. Do stop by as I'm launching an exciting (and nerve-wracking!) new project. And I'm really looking forward to it!
Hexagons will feature.
P.S. I blame Shimelle for encouraging us to learn something new.