Thursday, 30 September 2010

My day off................

Me and Myvanwy

A  growing obsession 


Darning an Edwardian underskirt

Practise makes perfect

                                                                    Lavender Hearts for my Christmas Tree




Lovely Car Boot Finds

I ride a bike...not a lovely Pashley or  Smart Town  wheels with a basket,  but a very old ordinary second hand bike called Myvanwy (after the Betjeman poem)...I can't drive I'm totally useless... but me and Myvanwy we  can do anything, she is a  magic carpet, sweeping me wherever I wish to go..she can carry cupboards! strapped to my back..shopping and me and we go faster than the wind blows....only on the country tracks though ha ha..so I set out on my bike today... really to stop myself making anymore jams and pickles.....(.though I will be making mincemeat the sweet vegetarian kind, it needs two months to mature....so I just have enough time)... and set off for the car boot.
 Well as you can see I am also busy  embroidering and making for Christmas and buying far too many things,  lovely things from the car boot just lately...... anyway back to work tommorow..the students came back Monday and we have the First Years for their first Embroidery Lesson.. I leave the rest to your imagination...
Lots of laughter, lots of love....... this is the poem I so like.........





Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.

Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?

Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.

Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.

Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham's Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.

Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.

Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.


                                                                                  







                                                                             












         















Monday, 20 September 2010

thinking ahead.......................

Starting to prepare for Yule




I bought these lovely letters from  French Larkspur, with the intention of using them for backgrounds for my Christmas drawings and prints....but when I opened them up and started to read the contents written from one sister to another in the 20's/30's the joy... the heartache...the children..I could not bare to use them, well not just yet, they have been such a pleasure and joy to read and such an unexpected treat we never really know what is round the corner do we?
Back to my Christmas pudding drawings.......with love to you xxxxx

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Sweet Jammy dreams..........

Three lovely jars of Apple and vanilla ( plus some cinnamon ) Curd
Scrummy xx



I'm all sticky and the house smells of apples and spices as if Christmas has come early, and I am in danger of running out of jars...This is a fabulous book for jams...... it also has gorgeous chutneys and curds and you can get it from Amazon and I just wanted to recommend this as a very relaxing way of enjoying my day off ...I've probably put on 3lbs but I'm happy xxx ha ha
Happy Jamming xxx

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Sacred Space.....






Walking within the fells of the beautiful lake district feels sacred...the shadows of late summer are cooler, and the crows are gathering, the swallows have flown, and the hips grow rosy against the purple sloes in the thorny hedgerows.
It is but a moments breath until the Autumn colours descend and the equinox is here. But for this last moment we saver the goodbye to summer as the last twinkly rays filter across the lake.
May you find your own special sacred space this week xx
Lynn xx