Thursday, 17 July 2014

last week at middle school.

Picture the scene.

a conversation with E.

"I want to make a present for Mrs F. It needs to be Star Wars themed. Mrs F likes Star Wars and she told us on transfer day last year that any gifts we ever got her have to be Star Wars"



this from the boy that can't remember what day of the week it is, 
but he can remember what someone said about Star Wars over a year ago.........

"oh and it has to have Galaxy chocolate with it too."

presumably this is due to Star Wars taking place in "a Galaxy Far Far Away", 
but I decide not to go there..........

after Much discussion it is decided we will sew a document wallet envelope pockety thing, that can hold useful papers and chocolate.

there is then a lot of discussion about why we can't sew Yoda (or Darth Vader, or embroider a Death Star, or make flashing light sabres) on the cover, long sighs from E, and then from me, and a compromise of stars and lettering. which used up the last of my favourite fusible bonding magic stuff so I hope Mrs F appreciates that......


the measuring got a bit haphazard and the seams are a bit wonky and bulky (but he sewed it all himself and only nearly sewed my finger once) so the large pocket fits sheets of A4 paper "just" but the small pocket will still be fine for chocolate. 
When I've bought it. 
Which is the next thing on my to do list after drink tea, drink more tea and continue to wonder how on earth the youngest child can be leaving middle school and going to high school....

last night they had a leaver's party. 
dress code smart casual.

"do I HAVE to wear a shirt? I don't like shirts."

eventually we find a shirt he likes. 
no one else in the entire world would like a shirt like this surely.
or think it the right thing to wear to a "it's Not a prom!!!!!"

and then of course he wants to wear a bow tie with it.

what could be harder than fitting a bow tie on a taller than I am wriggling 13 year old?
surely nothing.

oh except trying to get a decent photograph of him wearing it.


I gave up.
he kept pulling silly faces so I just chopped off his head.



Sunday, 13 July 2014

hopping about writing

Isabelle from Notes from Delft  nominated me for a blog hop about writing.

what am I working on?
I'm writing this blog hop which is much harder than I thought it would be, I want to share some craft finishes and some garden stories and there hasn't been a recipe for a while.... also I'm trying to plan some new things.

why do I write what I do?

Why do I write? What is it for?
I use it to look back and it makes me look forward.
I write because when I do I pay attention to the world I am in so much more.
I write to celebrate the simple things. A few months ago Annie of Knitsofacto wrote in a comment on one of my posts

" the way in which the perfectly ordinary and everyday can be elevated by the attention we pay to it, thus encouraging others to do the same" 

I love that.
My writing is for sharing and it is for telling stories.
It is for the community I find I am part of when I write and for the friendships that it creates.
I write to make connections and by writing I make memories. 

how does my writing differ from others in my genre?

I couldn't tell you what genre my blog is. I wonder what you would call it? Whilst I write about a range of things there is no plan for it to be lifestyle, nor family, nor craft specific, nor gluten free, or  about gardening or walking, although you will find posts about all those things. I suppose what makes it different is that it's mine.   Oh and I use quite a lot of full stops...........

how does my writing process work?

Good grief this is hard.
I write lists. I take photos. I choose photos I've already taken, and I take some specially. I get cross (most days!) when the camera battery yet again has lost all it's charge, and I don't take photos. Instead I write lists. I lose my lists.
I think of things I want to blog about, and I frequently wonder about the types of regular posts that other people write.
I love reading those posts, the way those blogs have a sense of rhythm, of purpose, of continuity.
and yet....
I don't want to copy, those ideas belong to someone else.
I would like more structure and yet I don't want to feel restricted.
I joined in with a photo scavenger hunt for a while but whilst I enjoyed taking the photos I never enjoyed writing the posts and so I stopped.  I'm enjoying #the year in books, but already I'm worrying that I haven't planned this month's post. Or started the book.
Sometimes I am so fickle, do I want a plan? or do I want to be spontaneous?
I know I need some fresh ideas.
Almost 7 years of blogging.
And still I don't know what I'm doing.....

I'm supposed to nominate some people now, but I'm going to follow Sue's lead and open it up to anyone who'd like to join in. If you want to answer the questions please do, and then come back and let me know when you've written your post and I'll link to you here. That being said I'd love to hear from Ali at Domesticali or Monica at Quilt while you're ahead, because I love their writing styles and I want to know how they do it!

meanwhile if anyone has any top writing tips all will be gratefully received.




Saturday, 5 July 2014

green


rain is lashing down outside and the garden is drinking it up.


as the plants become wetter and wetter the air is filled with scent.


not a heady floral, or a woody overtone, but more of a colour.


green.
it smells green.
chlorophyll.
oxygen.


fresh and minty.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

working on new embroidery designs. - cow parsley.

When was I preparing for this years Alnmouth Arts Festival I wanted to include some more botanical designs, and with the hedgerows filled with cow parsley I didn't have to look far for inspiration.


To simplify the complexity of the flowers I printed out a photograph and drew in the main shapes, and highlighted particular flower heads that were prominent.


I then drew this out on paper to get a feel for the shape of the design, and also practised drawing the individual flower shapes a few times.


Then without marking the fabric it's over to the sewing machine, set up for free motion and draw with the needle.



So much fun!

Monday, 30 June 2014

June Mosaic


June. 
Always associated for me with roses and birthdays.
 I remember as a child constantly asking my mum when my birthday was, and she always said "when the roses flower".

So my mosaic for June contains birthday cakes and roses.  
I was tempted just to include those, but I resisted.

birthday cake (mine), rose, pink juice
embroidered alliums, Alnmouth Arts Festival, birthday cake (hubby's)
sunrise on the moonwalk, evening sun glimmers, moon like solar lanterns in the flower beds.

June you are my favourite month.

Saturday, 28 June 2014

#theyearinbooks June. When God was a rabbit.


I read two books this month, firstly "The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry" which is the book I was looking for when I found last months book "Perfect"
It paled into insignificance compared to my second read.
 " When God was a Rabbit" by Sarah Winman.
It is a story of childhood and of love.
I couldn't put it down.



an abundance of roses


none of these roses are mine.


all of them are utterly delightful.


a gardener was dead heading them, and gave me an armful of petals to take home and dry.


my bag has never smelt so amazing, and I felt like a princess as I scattered rose petals whenever I went to get out my purse, or my keys.


This one looked like tissue paper,


and this one scrambled over a huge arbour, creating a curtain over white petals.


As the sun warmed them, the intense perfumed scent drifted through the air,


and as I wandered through them I wondered if the warm sun, the intoxicating scent and the magical colours could be captured and saved up for colder, wetter greyer days.


come November, or maybe mid February I shall come back here, and check, and then I'll let you know.