A very happy Easter to you all. Another bunny made, this time for my great-niece Annie who is two years and four months, just the right age to have a bunny to cuddle. Bunny Ears is made from a dusky pink soft velour. I've been calling this one 'Bunny Ears', because of the pretty fabric used, for the inner ears, and for the bunny bags for collecting eggs - a few chocolate ones already inside. The small one was for Annie and then I made two more for her big sisters Winnie and Greta. . . .
Winnie and Greta also had another bag each, Greta the ocean themed one from my last post and Winnie this one. I love this panda design; its lined with spotty fabric and has a matching button from an old cardigan. So pleased when an old button is just the right item. . . . .
. . . . . . the children came with their dad, my nephew Stuart, last weekend, whilst their Mum was enjoying a much deserved Spa nearby, and were given their Easter goodies then as we were so pleased to see them and it was a very cold windy day, much too cold to be outside. . . .
. . . . . . . Today, so different, blue sky hot and sunny if a bit hazy out at sea - so an Easter visit to the beach, fishermen out, dog walkers, children playing, boats and hand-gliders. Pebbles and shells, and a mermaid's purse( the black fish egg shell in the bottom picture).
I started quilting this in February after finding clothes items made with sumptuous Asian fabric in a charity box, adding fabric from my own stash. Result, this small bag, quilting, patchwork, adding a covered button, handle and magnetic clasp. . . . . The clasps were bought at 'Mrs. Johnson's Emporium', Blackpool - a sewing/knitting/ haberdashery shop near South Shore. A lovely old fashioned shop with old-world interior shelving and knitted mice in the window. The clasps were in a large jar and the half dozen I bought transferred to a small paper bag. The assistant said, " We're going back to the old ways and getting rid of all those small plastic bags and containers". .. 'Hurray!' I said. . . .
I couldn't resist, this royal blue which had been a small top. It wasn't until I started to unpick seams at home I noticed a tiny pocket that had a beautiful blue shiny piece of matching jewellery inside. I wonder if anyone realised it had been left there. Another bag make, adding a thin velvet ribbon to hide the seam at the bottom, sewing the sparkly jewel to the closing flap.
As the stormy winter weather had returned, retreating indoors, more sewing: Tabards for a friend no photos as they are basically squares of material - maybe later if she lets me photograph her wearing them. ..and, another bag using up some left over fabric; I've used the same pattern in various sizes for years, small bags, peg bags, large totes. This child's bag, Ocean design, spotted red lining, handle and covered button and a looped tie. I enjoyed making this one; the Ocean fabric is very summery, and the red with white spots gives an all year round appeal.
I'd almost forgotten! The mildest, hottest February recorded in the U.K. Just had to get out, switch off for a couple of days. At the time seemed hard to do, with so much that could be done at home. Instead, thirty five miles done the road, a couple of very enjoyable days in Southport.
Just a few miles south a visit to Formby Point, National Trust nature reserve for Red Squirrels. . . Quite surreal unseasonably hot, blue skies, a pine wood next to the beach, being February, almost devoid of greenery. The frightening apocalyptic shades of climate change. Even so, the red squirrels were a welcome distraction, and there were one or two redcurrant bushes, a bright yellow gorse bush, and a wonderful wood carving on a fallen log.
I have seen this magnificent display of crocuses and snowdrops for the three Springs now, and each time I gasp, in wondrous delight. Snowdrops first to brave the winter chill. Now crocuses as the sun shines for St. Valentine's Day, at St.Chad's church, Poulton Le Fylde.
Back in the garden one little snowdrop ( mice have nibbled the rest - reminding me of a little rhyme . . .
' Plant four seeds in a row, one for the mouse and one for the crow, one to rot and one to grow").
Hellebores greet early Spring. Daffodils not quite in flower, just tete a tetes in an old chimney pot.
February's welcome sunshine and more daylight hours and bringing warmth to the garden; do not to be fooled as Winter never gives in easily. Stay well, keep wrapped up, warm and cosy, hot drinks and nourishing soup, another cold spell is surely on it's way.
lovely calendar, a present from my sister, by the very talented Laura Ding-Edwards www.rainbirdroots.com
An icy start to February. Blessed with a clear view of snow capped Lake District mountains in the distance
Wrist-warmers. I'm a very slow knitter, and 'dyslexic' when it comes to following patterns, but find knitting rather comforting when watching T.V. Made a couple for friends, and a beanie hat, using oddments of wool. These ones were too grey, as if made for Fagin in a production of Oliver Twist, hence red stitching was added.
Makings of a patchwork quilted bag, using off cuts of cotton fabric, and piece from a torn Indian top found in a charity shop box. A random make that just makes me happy. . . . however it turns out. Wishing you some creative happy moments. Xx
A New Year, a new beginning, new 'Moomin' calendar. I do love the Moomins, I think it was Jeanette Winterton who said that she wished she could write like Tove Jansson. All her wonderful imaginative stories are beautiful, allegorical and deceptively simple. January's picture is from 'The Exploits of Moominpappa - the fourth book in the Moomin series, in which Moominpappa tells of his adventure meeting the Mymble family,in a far away island: Moominpappa and friends are spooked by the ghost until they manage to befriend him. . . . . . . . .Do you befriend the ghosts that spook you? Life is a lot less anxiety ridden when you can.
Took these pics in this slide show this morning. The sun came out, bright, blue sky and an almost blue sea, just a cold breeze blowing. People wrapped up enjoying the sunshine, adults children, dogs. Even the seabirds gulls, turnstones, sanderlings, and oystercatchers happily feeding on mussels, little crabs, periwinkles, and pecking at insects in the seaweed as the tide is going out..... I'm blowing the cobwebs away with a slow paced walk with Brian on Rossall beach looking south towards Blackpool Tower. Just as I like it, life in the slow lane. . . . Happy New Year to you my friends x
I seem to have taken loads of photos since summer that never got to post. ....Last weekend was my birthday; my youngest son - a professional photographer- got me started again, asking to go down to the beach to take photos of the sunset, at 4 p.m helping me use a tripod which I've always found a bit tricky and thought of as cumbersome.. I surprised myself as I found it does make a difference and relies on complete concentration. . . These are the results: the sun setting over the Irish sea, with the moon behind in a clear in the sky.
These garden photos were taken in June. The roses were a triumph, in May and June. Every year there's something to see the garden anew ; noticing differences more: shades, scents, names of the roses, here when we moved in. Learning, appreciating, fascinated - three bushes of 'Gertrude Jekyll' grown together, beautiful bright pink blooms with a divine old fashioned strong scent of rosewater. 'Rambling Rector' little clusters of white rambling up the fence - loved by the bees, forgiving me for a brutal pruning to paint the fence earlier - with a scent of cloves. Hard to believe now, but they were blown down by a heavy wind in May. Striped 'Sentimental' and scented Mortimer Sackler with loose palest pink petals like tissue paper, almost thornless. Clematis tangled through 'The Lady's Blush'. I like to see the veins and markings from underneath with the sunlight showing through. The Lady's Blush rose is possibly my favourite -beginning with pert little goldenpink rosebuds, opening to a double petal pink edged flower, the same shape and size of a wild hedge rose, then gradually fading to an almost white cluster, flowers endlessly repeating after a daily deadheading. I love them, probably remind me of wild hedgerow roses.
Wild roses xXx
So much rain in March and early April . . . should have been weeding, mulching and thinning out plants, instead I painted summer house, and a fence, before the roses took over. B. painted a newly acquired milk churn., potted up with lavender and a few trailing geraniums. The lilacs smelt heavenly, tucked behind the magic apple tree - our neighbour has the best view. Alliums have smaller heads this year, I know this because I kept the seed heads from last year, but maybe more will appear later. Sweet little violas and bellis daisies repeating for months. Roses are in bud, plant and bush spurts of growth,
Definitely early summer now, May going out with a heatwave, warm balmy evenings. Peaceful by the sea as the holiday season isn't yet in full swing. A stroll along the prom; then just sitting on the beach steps, listening to the gentle lap of the waves watching the sun go down. Blissful.
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