Darling Daughter and I went to a quilt and craft exhibition last week. It was in a very old church in a lovely village called Gresford.fThe exhibition is located in the beautiful village church. As we walked up the church path we were met by a Yew tree. This tree is 1600 years old!! Now that is old!
The interior of the church is traditional and quite magnificent made even more so by the Quilts and crafts draped over ancient pews and hung by stunning stained glass windows. The Quilts were displayed to show the artistic and imaginative work to its best. I must apologise for the photo quality which was due to the reduced lighting (that’s my excuse!)I couldn’t ignore the wonderful Quilted Santa Claus or the many Quilts hanging nearby
This particular quilt was made using vintage lace doilies. Now I know what to do with my doily stash!
This wreath was good food for thought using Tweed, felt and Burlap. It was a super day out, full of inspiration and information. Oh and I must say that the village hall made a great cafe with tasty cakes, yummy sandwiches and good coffee.
OK I confess it should have been finished for last Christmas but hey ho the thought was there! I finally gave this shrug to Darling Daughter. It fit and dare I say it, looked good! Amazing after the catalogue of disasters that it had become. I must emphasise in no way the fault of the yarn but the fault of the knitter. Me!
I purchased the yarn from Woolfest nearly a year ago. I fell in love with this beautiful fibre and bought Darling Daughter’s favourite colour. I checked the yarn thickness and yardage against the pattern and away I went. First mistake. When I came to knit the yarn I realised it was knit with double yarn so I quickly ordered more to be sure of the same dye lot. This yarn was very expensive so the garment felt as if it should be gold plated!(I would never have payed the full amount had I realised, but mistakes happen!)
I now found the double yarn difficult to work with as I kept spitting the two and creating holes. Second Mistake.
Third Mistake. I knitted happily away until the second front. For some reason known to no one I knit this front much too long and had to unpick the hard work.
I picked up over 400 stitches around the front and back using a circular needle as instructed. Fourth Mistake. When knitting this welt the circular needle broke. Disaster!
In fact it’s something of a miracle that I completed it at all! But I did so Whoo Hoo another WIP done.
Well I reckon that most hair styles are a result of hair dressing products. I am no exception. I wash, condition, mousse, spray and gel most days! This routine is often done whilst on automatic pilot. Take yesterday as an example. I completed a reasonable effort to make my hair look good, reached for the hair spray as usual and STOP! I’d absently picked up spray glue! Not much different than hair spray you might think. Wrong! You try washing it out!
I have used spray starch by mistake in the past. There seems to be a pattern forming here and my hair isn’t that fantastic. I really must separate the household products from the beautification products!
I didn’t tell you how amazing my birthday cake was did I? Darling daughter made a Piñata cake which was fantastic
It appeared as an ordinary, if rather tall, white cake embellished with Happy Birthday candles. When I ceremonially cut into it a beautiful rainbow filled with multi coloured sweets appeared, with the sweets cascading out! It was absolutely lovely. Thank you family for a different treat.
The base was surrounded by multi coloured buttons, probably the contents of Darling Daughters button box, which Step Granddaughter begged to take home. A budding crafter here!
I have decided that I definitely take a scattergun approach to life!
Today I went with Darling Daughter to the Stitching Sewing and Hobbycrafts Show at Event City in Manchester. The show itself was just about OK BUT I bought ( at vast expense I might add) lots of wood carved stamps for fabric printing. Another hobby, project to learn, as if I’ve not got enough to do!
I must concentrate on one thing at a time! I really do know myself. When I studied Psychology I frequently had my personality analysed. I always turned out top score for starting projects and nil points at finishing projects. So true!
Meanwhile I am excited at starting another project.
I’ve bought the paint, pads and stamps so now I just need to source some nice silk to print. Oh and focus! One project at a time. I confess that I’ve just bought three books on various crafts. This is becoming a Splatter Gun approach.
Its been a little quiet on the blogging front this past few weeks. As regular readers will know my Sis and I have been sitting with Mum as she faded away. Well she died last Friday in a quiet and dignified way. I will miss her forever.
Not wanting to be gloomy I have reminisced with Sis and we have enjoyed each other’s company. Not only that but we have enjoyed a cream cake every day as well! I now find that I’m slowly wanting / needing to craft, knit, create. I think that I’ve found my craft mojo so thank you Mum for showing me how!
Mother love. There’s nothing like it whether you’re the Mother or the Child. ( wasn’t I a lovely child?!)
Bye Mum! Good night and God bless.
I recently went away with my Darling Daughter and Gorgeous Grandson in Damnvan1. We were travelling to Criccieth and decided to have a picnic lunch at Dolwyddelan Castle near to Betwys y coed. I have wanted to visit this castle for some time. It was built in the 13th century by Llewelyn the Great prince of Gwynedd and North Wales.
We had a fine picnic sheltering from the rain in Damnvan1. The castle consists of just one ruined tower but to explore further seemed a good idea. We all needed the toilet so we walked up the hill towards the castle entrance. Luckily on the right just as we arrived at the entrance ( or so we thought) were two clearly labelled ladies and gents loos. We used the facilities.
When we came out of the toilets we were accosted by a guardian of toilets in the form of an angry woman. She shouted at us that they were NOT public toilets and we shouldn’t have used them. Too late! For all intents and purposes those toilets appeared public, clearly labelled ladies and gents. We did suggest that she should put up a notice stating that they were private. She replied that folk only ignored notices. As we were in a no win situation we aborted our exploration of the castle and returned to the sanctuary of Damnvan1.
After all we have our own toilet in Damnvan1 !
Darling Daughter gave me these beautiful tulips for Mothering Sunday (but it happened to be Mothering Friday when I received them!). They look so attractive on my kitchen window sill. What is particularly attractive to me is the purple colour. This got me thinking about colours and the effect on our life, demeanour, and state of mind.
The Colour Purple
Purple is defined as a deep, rich shade between crimson and violet, or, more broadly, as a range of hues of color between blue and red,or as a dark color that is a blend of red and blue.According to surveys In Europe and the U.S., purple is the color most often associated with royalty, magic, mystery and piety.When combined with pink, it is associated with eroticism, femininity and seduction.
Purple was the color worn by Roman magistrates; it became the imperial color worn by the rulers of the Byzantine Empire and the Holy Roman Empire, and later by Roman Catholic bishops. Similarly in Japan, the color is traditionally associated with the Emperor and aristocracy.
Purple and violet are similar, though purple is closer to red. In optics, there is an important difference; purple is a composite color made by combining red and blue, while violet is a spectral color, with its own wavelength on the visible spectrum of light.
A Purple Patch.
One definition of a ” purple patch” that I found is a period of time when things go well. May we all have a long purple patch in our blogging World.
The Colour Orange
The colour orange is the colour of adventure and social communication
The colour orange radiates warmth and happiness, combining the physical energy and stimulation of red with the cheerfulness of yellow.
Orange relates to ‘gut reaction’ or our gut instincts, as opposed to the physical reaction of red or the mental reaction of yellow.
Orange offers emotional strength in difficult times. It helps us to bounce back from disappointments and despair, assisting in recovery from grief.
I was in Costa Coffee with Darling Daughter when I noticed the beautiful windows dressed with orange blinds. It was a photograph waiting to be taken! ( above) colour therapy assures us that orange is a truly feel good Colour. It works for me
The colour psychology of orange is optimistic and uplifting, rejuvenating our spirit. In fact orange is so optimistic and uplifting that we should all find ways to use it in our everyday life, even if it is just an orange colored pen that we use.
Orange brings spontaneity and a positive outlook on life and is a great colour to use during tough economic times, keeping us motivated and helping us to look on the bright side of life.
With its enthusiasm for life, the colour orange relates to adventure and risk-taking, inspiring physical confidence, competition and independence. Those inspired by orange are always on the go!
I will definitely be wearing more orange colour in the future!
This is one of my favourite photographs. It is of my Mum, my Sister and myself. It was the first time that any of us had been to a High St nail bar. We were on holiday with Mum in Blackpool. For me the photograph epitomises the love between a Mother and her Daughters. Mum is poorly in hospital at the moment and Christmas is looking a bit grim. When I next visit I am going to do a manicure for Mum. A girl can always do with some pampering even an 89 year old girl!
Apologies for being late but here are a few pictures from Bonfire night last week.
Daughter and I are suffering from a touch of fire glow here. Our village has an annual bonfire which is organised by The Young Farmers. They do an amazing job with a fantastic firework display.
Family pictures are great aren’t they? Here are my two Gorgeous Grandsons, handsome eldest son and super son in law (ish). This is an annual event in our household calendar. We finish the evening with a traditional hot pot. Hot pot is one of my signature dishes! It is basically a beef stew with potatoes and root veg. The sort of rib sticking food that I cook in a slow cooker all day ready to dish up for hungry folk.
The original dish is a Lancashire Hot Pot with various adaptations such as a pastry topping or crusty bread. Oh and it is compulsory to serve with beetroot and or red cabbage. Lovely!!
Bonfire and firework display in Cilcain, Flintshire 2015