Busy, busy days but happy, happy times! Recently I went with Darling Daughter to a craft exhibition. The show was located in a beautiful village, encompassing the lovely 15th Century church, village hall and community centre. We have visited Gresford Festival of Crafts many times and never been disappointed. See http://www.gresford-craft-group.co.uk
The amazingly good crafts are displayed in the church, draped across the pews and decorating the nave. We wandered around happy to soak up the inspiration, colour, textiles and peace!
A beautiful display of Daisies hiding in the graveyard
The church is surrounded by a grove of yews, some of which are equal in size and age to those of Overton listed in the Seven Wonders of Wales. Twenty-five of these were planted in 1726, but one growing near the south gate is older. It was already an ancient tree at the time of Richard II‘s proclamation that ordered the general planting of yews to support the army and the use of yew in the Longbow.
I’m nothing if not indecisive! I have thought this project through and gathered together the necessary. I’ve researched, upcycled and finally started to work on my future travel project. I don’t like it! I like the theory, I enjoyed the ideas book and I tried hard. However I don’t like it!
On review of my first hexigan ( which would be the first of many) it just doesn’t work. The beautiful Harris Tweed is too thick when folded over. It doesn’t sit well with the vintage embroidery and in short it doesn’t work! No amount of pressing will improve the look, but I haven’t abandoned it completely.
I adore the vintage embroidery which was worked by my Grandmother over fifty years ago. Don’t worry! I only cut up the cushion cover because a Grandchild tried to colour it in with a permanent Felt tip pen! So….. rethink, re trench and start again.
I did like the embroidery that I had done on the reverse of the hexigon so I intend to incorporate that into the “take two” project!
This is the second plan. I love the Harris Tweed that I’m going to use and I’m delighted to upcycle my Grandmother’s vintage embroidery.
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.
Today I took myself, the dog and my Fitbit for a walk along the country lanes where I live. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the flowers blooming.
I would like to take better photographs but hey you can’t be good at everything!
the snowdrops are blooming in drifts whilst the daffodils are just bursting through their buds. I nodded to the Wizard of the woods who I pass almost daily and admired the beautiful countryside.
Moel Famau is the highest hill within the Clwydian Range, formerly Flintshire Range, on the boundary between Denbighshire and Flintshire in Wales. The hill, which also gives its name to the Moel Famau country park, has been classed as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty since 1985. It is also surrounded by several well-preserved Iron-Age hill forts.
A northern part of the Offa’s Dyke footpath, one of the UK’s most popular National Trails, crosses the summit of Moel Famau and the Jubilee Tower.
I have no idea how the elephant came to be in the garden but he is a long time resident and brings a smile to faces.
Anyhow I do know the secret of happiness! The secret of happiness is knowing when you are happy and celebrating that fact at that time. There’s not much point in saying that you was happy last week or last year. You need to know that you are happy now. And I am!💃
I returned home yesterday to be greeted by a wonderful display of a Clematis by my door. This plant is in a tub as I have a tiny yard. It is blooming marvellous and a lovely greeting home. Whilst I have a tiny outdoor space with my cottage I only need to take twenty steps and I am in the most beautiful countryside of the Clwydian Hills, this is my garden. Below is the view from one of my upstairs windows. Love it!
Damnvan is having a rest (and a thorough clean) before we trundle off again. Got to do the washing, catch up with family and restock the van fridge. We were planning our next trip whilst driving home but not sure of which direction we will be heading yet.
Today I visited a Charity shop to seek out treasures. I found a lovely Ainsley bud vase to add to my ever growing collection of vintage China.
Wheal Coates is a former tin mine situated on the north coast of Cornwall, England, on the cliff tops between Porthtowan and St Agnes.
In 1881 138 people were employed at the site to mine a seam of tin just below sea level. Whilst walking along the coastal path you cannot miss these sentinels of a past era. These mines are clinging to the cliff edge along the coast. The mines often went far out under the sea in there quest for tin. What a life! It must have been very hard and probably very short. (Poldark?)
We walked, or rather were blown, along the path to the Cornish village of Saint Agnes. It was very invigorating. The views were fabulous. Benji dog really enjoys running along the cliff path. He’s certainly not worried about the weather! The path was lined with the most beautiful wild Spring flowers. I bow my head in shame when I think about how little I know about flowers, plants etc. I can only say that there was a great mix of colour and type of flowers
Im finding time to do a little knitting, a lot of reading and plenty of internetting! Ah such a lovely life. See you all soon.
This walking would be easy if it wasn’t for all the steps! This is the Cornish Coastal path going towards Boscastle. The views are stunning, the wild flowers amazing and the bird song fantastic. What more could anyone want? Benji dog is in heaven, always ready for another walk.
This picture doesn’t do the Bluebells justice as the colour is much more vibrant.
This walking made me think of the trekking that we did in Nepal. That was all steps, steps and more steps but absolutely wonderful. I am so lucky to have been there. Today I had an email asking for doctors to go to Nepal for at least three weeks to help with the injured. I am a Radiographer and if I could be of any use would go straight away. I don’t suppose that Radiographers have a place out there at the moment as no electricity or even generators. They must be setting the broken limbs without XRays. Sad. All we can do is our best so I continue to knit and even pray.oh! and donate what I can. Sad.
The garden centre where we had our day out is called “Bents” near Warrington. I had thought that I would buy another orchid to add to my collection ( of two! ) but it seemed silly when I am going away for a chunk of the summer, and would probably kill it with kindness anyhow!
One of the Garden centre displays but I won’t be cycling far on this bike!
This particular Garden centre has a HUGE craft shop. It sells nearly everything that you could want from a crafting point of view. I was extremely good and kept my purse in my bag all the way round. It’s really nice taking Mum to these places as she immediately talks about what to make, or what she has made. She’s nearly 89 and forgets the recent past but is really good about the distant past! These outings are good for her as she can still tell me what to do! Some things never change.
Oh such lovely yarn! Gorgeous colours! Squidgy touchy textiles! Love it!