My daughter's creative bee

This is how this bee came about. My daughter drew some bees because she is an artist. Not a famous one but she can draw and paint more then me. Anyway she came to me and asked me which one I liked and I told her I liked a few not just one. This particular one somehow I wanted to give it a go so I did. I tried to write the pattern as I go but when I unpick I loose the place. I feel like quitting on that idea of writing my own pattern but you should never give up. The wings were tricky I made  three wings and I finally decided on this one that I used. The legs gave me trouble I couldn't fit the wire in because the way I do wire is a little bit of polyester filling around the ends and tape it for safety around who ever touches it. I love the colours yellow and black but I find it hard to work with dark colours at nights even though I have stronger lights on. Anyway here it is

First time that I travelled

I will let you know the first time I traveled. I was working in a small hotel. The only workers there were my sisters because I come from a very big family. Four sisters worked there. The hotel wasn't luxurious .It looked like a double story house with large rooms. It had seven rooms and a dinning room. A few of the rooms had two or three beds in them. One room had one. We used to get to know the people who came on holidays there and we cried at times, when they left. We had a couple from Germany, they came for their honeymoon and were photographers. They asked us if they could take photo of us sisters. We changed into nice outfits and went on the roof. Ok you Americans,English and Australians the roof was flat and we used to hang the sheets table clothes, there to dry. An Italian couple came in our hotel with two boys. Their ages were three and four years. They asked us how much we earn. Those days our pay was 2 pounds to four pounds. he said he will double that, and asked if I wanted to work for them. I was happy so I asked my mother if I could go, she didn't say anything. So I started my passport, taking photos, visa and all necessary things. But because I was under eighteen  I had to have an identity card instead. I wasn't sure that I will end up going. I was just seventeen, a young and small looking teenager. I bought a luggage and she took me to the airport. Everything looked excited for me a big adventure, not going to work any more at the hotel. I kissed my mother good bye and off I went boarding the plane. The flight was about an hour and twenty minutes. I wasn't scared but somehow, before the plane landed I started to worry, that the Italian couple would not be there to welcome me. So I heard back home that the air hostesses take good care of you. So I asked one of them that I was scared they won't be there. The air hostess told she would wait till I saw them. When I came off the plane in the airport sure enough they were there. What a relief for a scared little girl of seventeen who only knew a small town. I stayed a year and three months, learnt the language was a good experience. I couldn't manage to do all the chores, taking care of two boys, cleaning, cooking, washing the clothes. I didn't have and days off. But I didn't know any better. Those of you,who read my blog could you please leave a comment. As you can tell I'm not a writer so sorry.