Archive for November, 2012
Henry (despite being too old for picture books) has spent the last few evenings blowing bubbles. The bigger the better. So today I made him a pot of bubble mixture and a big wand- blower thingy. Here’s the recipe: 1 cup water 2 tablespoons washing up liquid 1 tablespoon glycerin 1 teaspoon sugar
When exactly does a ‘work in progress’ become an ‘unfinished object’? How about after 6 months without a new stitch? One lovely day about ten years from now this will be a Fyne vest. Truth is, I’m finding fair isle knitting very hard. And I knit to relax. So there it sits. Just making me […]
Saturday morning finds Henry and me queueing to see the fabulous Oliver Jeffers, our favourite children’s author and illustrator. Oliver was just wonderful and draws a picture in every single book he signs. Henry asked for a penguin but Oliver wanted to draw a moose so to keep everyone happy he drew this: Henry says […]
I’ve just spent the best part of half an hour wandering round the house taking photos of myself wearing a bobble hat. Having a blog makes one behave quite strangely at times. :: Hat pattern taken from Sarah Hatton’s ’10 more […]
invisible mending seemed unattainable so I went with very visible mending. In vintage wool no less.
Those long three days and nights looking after Henry have left me feeling tired and behind. And yet, I would have bustled my way through those days and still had a long ‘to do’ list today. I wonder… how much of what we busy ourselves with is really important?
This week I made myself a really nice make up bag using Tilda’s pattern from ‘Sew Pretty Home Style’. The fabric is a voile remnant from Ray Stitch, the pink lining is an old tablecloth and I found the lovely zip at Quilters Dream. In other news: :: I’ve had fun with Ali’s Compound Word […]
Henry had a pyjama day on Friday and so did I because I had to look after him. And yes, that is my excuse and I’m sticking to it. We did manage to bake some chocolate chip cookies though. They were good but not for dunking.
Mum sent me this wonderful photo of her Mum, my Granny as I’ve mentioned her to you a few times recently. My Granny always wore a tea dress in the summer and wouldn’t dream of going out without a hat. Her handbags were like the Queen’s. She’ll be in the sea with her stockings on. […]
inspiration seems to grow slowly round here and one day soon this pile will tell me what it wants to be :: Brene Brown’s TED talks on wholehearted living: vulnerability and shame. Fascinating.