Hello again! I thought you might like to visit my craft room again. It’s a very small, but lovely room. You might have noticed the lovely curtains. These featured in one of my first blogs and were made by my Grandmother, known as Nanna Amy. She hand embroidered two pairs of these curtains onto white linen. They were made in the early 1950s and I cherish them. Both pairs are hung in my small Welsh cottage.
I also have a cute child’s chair which is at least fifty years old. I don’t know it’s provenance except that it came from my Mother’s house. A lovely example of a chair to sit a dolly or teddy bear on. Actually to frequently drape my sewing on!
I’m still “dust busting” It’s amazing how having friends to dinner can motivate you to clean your house! That and the dusty remains of a new boiler installation. But even better news! I’ve finally got back to working on my own projects! Maybe I will even finish something.
I was traumatised to find an error on my Miriam pattern from Quince and co. It was only when I reached all the way to the sleeve insertion that I realised the error. The pattern instructions shape at the “sides” as this is knit in one piece. However whilst it does state 4 sts dec’d the instructions only decrease by 2 stitches. When I enquired I was just informed that I must be using an earlier edition of the pattern and subsequent editions had been amended. Well I don’t think that is good enough. Patterns should be fully tested before publishing. I have had to pull back hours of work which is so demoralising. Still lesson learned….. don’t buy un checked patterns from the Internet!
They are still drilling holes through my 22 inch cottage walls! On the plus side we do now have hot water and warm radiators.
I have spent most of the day sorting out my cruise craft suitcases just in case I get another unplanned cruise. My next booked one is a double cruise next July to Norway and then to Sweden. But you never know!!
The twiddlemuffs are ready to be sent to a worthy cause and I have a very long shopping list. At least I’ve got an idea of a new craft list for the next cruise whenever that might be!
Maybe sometime soon I will get chance to work on my own personal projects. I’ve forgotten how many UFO’s I actually have. Perhaps I’ll make a list! The best thing about lists is crossing off the achievements. Next blog a list………..
My home is a small stone cottage in the Clwydian Hills of North Wales. Last week our central heating boiler died, so this week it is being replaced. Not a problem you might think! Well……
The cottage is something in excess of 100 years old. It is built from stone and then White rendered. In fact it’s an up and down sort of a building full of odd steps, nooks and crannys, but we love it. Anyhow, I digress, the boiler has arrived all shiny and new. The plumbers have arrived and needed to drill a hole through the outside wall.
The wall is 22 inches thick and made of Granite!! They’ve just broken through to the outside so I suspect that the job might take a little longer than planned. You wouldn’t believe the level of dust within the house, or how far it spreads. I thought of the following poem with a rye smile because dust I must!
I will show you the “after” pictures when it is eventually done!
Eldest child turns up and says”Can you make some cushions for my new house Mum?”
“Of course I can son – no problem” I reply.
And the result is:
Eldest son arrived clutching a bag containing off cuts of Harris Tweed. Irregular shapes with some from a sample book as they had appropriate holes in them. I put them together in a random patchwork pattern and stitched them ktogether. I chose a lush silver grey velvet from my stash ( Hoorah more stash used up) and inserted a zip along one long side. There were some Harris Tweed labels which I stitched onto the cushions and whoo hoo! Two really nice cushions. They look great in son’s new house and coordinate nicely with the decor.
Today was spent visiting the home of Winston Churchill at Chartwell.
The house was interesting and situated within lovely gardens. We pic nicked in the gardens and learnt about Winston Churchill his life and political background. He was originally a Liberal MP then joined the Conservative party returned to the Liberals and then became a Conservative Prime Minister! He obviously had many many other wonderful achievements, not least the Nobel Prize for literature ! What an amazing life.
A year or so ago I stumbled over a cottage with a yellow door. I wanted to buy that cottage and it was for sale and it had a yellow door. The fact that I didn’t have the money, didn’t want to move and Hubs knew nothing about it was irrelevant. The cottage had a yellow door and I wanted it!
I explored beyond the yellow door and had myself moved in and decorated each of the tiny rooms. I would have a dresser with yellow China cups and a cream couch with yellow accents throw. I spent hours fantasising how I would visit this cottage ever weekend and never ever change the colour of the yellow door.
To this day I don’t know why this tiny cottage, up a lane in Snowdonia, with a yellow door was so attractive to me. It was definitely something to do with the yellow door. So guys if you are selling your home paint the front door yellow!
Meanings of Yellow in Other Cultures
In Japan Yellow means Courage and Nobility
In Islam Yellow means Wisdom
Hindus consider Yellow a Sacred color
Buddhist monks wear Saffron Yellow robes
In many Middle East countries Yellow represents Golden Prosperity
In Egypt Yellow is reserved for Mourning
In India Yellow is the color used by Merchants
To Native Americans Yellow is the symbol for unconditional Love
In China Yellow represents Honor and Royalty
I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.
Many years ago I bought my first house. It was exciting times! A friend gave me a plant cutting. I remember her well because she told me to fill my home with plants that people gave me. This would fill my home with friends not plants! I have to confess that this was about 45 years ago. That particular plant has flourished and bloomed twice a year ever since. Here it is! My beautiful Christmas and Easter cactus blooming its heart out to cheer up the dull, dark days of Winter. This is really a Vintage Plant.
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.