Powertex is Seriously Addictive

My name is Michele and I am a Powertex addict, I admit it.

I have something of the ‘freshly converted’ about me. The slightly wild look in my eyes, inane grin and random splashes of ivory and bronze on my person, coupled with every other sentence beginning with “you could Powertex that” possibly indicate complete obsession!

Take this beautiful picture of the sea and lighthouse – did anyone else think ‘Powertex’ before seeing the actual picture?

I’m having trouble establishing boundaries. I simply cannot believe anyone wouldn’t fall hopelessly in love with Powertex once they’ve discovered it and if I notice so much as a whisker of interest twitching in my direction, I pounce. Here’s an example;

I recently visited a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem and whilst sampling the local delights and casually discussing all things Powertex, my friend happed to mention that the lady who just walked in to the pub café was known locally as ‘Crafty Kim’.


I was immediately up, ears pricked, fully alert, nose twitching like a bloodhound when a tray of sausage rolls go by. “You mean craft as in ‘making’?” I asked, just to be sure.

“As in she has ‘Can’t Remember A Flippin’ Thing’ moments, so she makes stuff” my friend confirmed.

After sniggering at this acronym for a moment, I knew I had to meet her. Normally (and by normally I mean in my pre-Powertex life) I would ask to be introduced but I am no longer operating within the boundary of normal. I accosted the unsuspecting Crafty Kim by swooping down on her with all the inhibitions of a zealot and regaled her with photos, stories and incoherent, excited babble about Powertex.

This was not my first time accosting strangers and it began to dawn on me that I may have a problem so I sought counsel from our guru Tracey at Tex Towers who sagely confirmed that yes, she does it too, then countered with “but Garry is worse!”

United we stand!

Here’s the thing. So it’s a pretty fair assumption that Powertex has changed my life. I actually find it hard to remember a time when I didn’t have it in my life.


So for all those potential addicts I have chatted to at the shows over the years and have told me they bought a kit and still haven’t used it this is for you. Do it, do it, do it!

*clears throat and puts on best mummy voice* (no not the bandaged up, been in a tomb for a couple of years mummy. The ‘you’ve been told’, mummy is always right but you don’t accept it until your 20’s, ok late 30’s)


Yes I am giving you permission to make some time for you. No, I don’t want to hear you’re too busy. Do it, do it, do it!!! Yes, it will be ok still.

Give your bottle a shake and crack it open. Can you hear the world full of wonders that awaits you burst out of the bottle. Grab it by the hand, jump in and get creating, invite a friend over, heck get the kids and all the family joining in!

Once you have done this I want to see all those makes over on the Powertex addicts united page on facebook.

And yes, you can do it there is no right or wrong. Just let go….feels good doesn’t it?  Look at all these lovely pictures scattered through this blog. hmmmmm…yummy right?  Do it, do it, do it!

And if you need a little guidance or inspiration booster, cause to be honest Powertex UK hq is my favourite place as I get to pick Tracey’s brain, not quite sure she feels the same, I think I may tire her out lol. Anyhow, I do like to deviate!

Find a tutor in your area if you need guidance because joining our club is the best decision you could EVER make. Welcome to the Powertex addicts family! Toodle pip Anna xXx





Hipsters and Lattes

Hipsters and Lattes

Autumn; a beautiful and retrospective time of year. I love winter best but that means I appreciate autumn all the more because we’re one step closer to the magic season. I don’t normally get excited about Halloween (too British, too boring, too old maybe?) but Powertex has worked it’s charms; who wouldn’t be excited when faced with the dreamy new gothic goodies on the Powertex website?!

So I momentarily forgot my stuffy Englishness and threw myself into the autumn vibe. Hello October

A trendy friend came to visit and we were heading out for a walk around the lake. The autumn sun was shining, massive sunglasses were on and I pictured us clutching a cup of something hot and delicious strolling through the red and gold leaves. 

“Lets go to Starbucks!” I suggested, determined to try a Pumpkin Spiced Latte (I’ve seen them on Instagram, it’s what the cool people drink apparently). I honestly don’t know what possessed me. I am not adventurous with food, (ditto drinks). I like a cappuccino or if I’m feeling really wild, a mocha with cream. Trendy Friend ordered a ‘flat-white’ (seriously) and I nonchalantly ordered a Pumpkin Spiced Latte, as if I, unfashionable and rural as I am, always order such exotic drinks (of course I added a bacon roll too).  

Let me tell you it was singularly the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted (aside from Pernod, and no-one wants to know how that story ended). Of course, I couldn’t throw it away, I’d look like a provincial nerd. I wanted to continue with my vision (which was already slightly marred by the bacon roll), so I bravely finished the lot. 

For the next 24 hours, that Pumpkin Spiced Latte reminded me I had drunk it; everything else I ate that day was laced with Pumpkin Spice (not as pretty as it sounds) and I had to admit to myself that I am not a hipster. Never mind, I need reminders every now and again that my vision does not always equal my reality, especially when it comes to all things hipster. But there’s always Powertex to comfort myself with! 
                        The Vision                                                                     
The Reality!