Monday, 30 March 2009
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Extract from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame,
illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard
So guess what we've been doing! Dear Husband has been on annual leave for a few days and when I saw him standing at the open garage door with slumped shoulders, I knew the time had come to brave the big hairy spiders and get in there with the bin-bags! Surely we're not alone in having a collection of empty screen-wash bottles, rusty paint tins from years ago, and curtain tracks that won't get used again?
laid out in potential pattern for a necklace
Monday, 23 March 2009
Once in Dover, we had to collect the hired tent. It turned out to be not so much a tent as a military-style khaki marquee that reeked of creosote. Property of the Dover Marquee Company, who had stencilled their name in 12" high letters on the side of the canvas. On the first night, we discovered that there were a great many complicated guy ropes and I had to stand on my father's shoulders to attach them to the tops of the tall tent-poles. This tended to draw attention to us on the German campsites, where most of our genteel Continental neighbours had brightly coloured, stately pleasure domes.
Not long after this holiday, we were posted to the Far East, where my dad's flights mostly took place over the Borneo rainforest. I lived in dread of being woken by the sound of the curtains swishing open and a jolly announcement that we were going for a family jaunt in the jungle. Although we did escape that fate, there was the time we had to sleep in parachutes slung like hammocks in a WW2 pillbox on an island off the south coast of Singapore ......
This post was inspired by Penwren's wonderful photos of her vintage camping and hiking book, and magic sense of humour.
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Friday, 20 March 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Thursday, 12 March 2009
It must have been a real treat for women to have the luxury of fabric to be frivolous with, after the restraints of wartime and clothes coupons. Big cuffs and full skirts couldn't have been contemplated just a few years previously. And don't you just love the little girl looking in the shop window in the background!
In the foreground we have Boudicca, fearsome warrior leader of the Iceni tribe, gripping her chariot.
Are my eyes narrowed in steely determination, or did mummy just tie my bonnet too tight?!
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Monday, 9 March 2009
It'll feel a bit strange having it displayed for public scrutiny, but I shall just have to hold my nerve and be happy that I like it!
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Friday, 6 March 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
This is the first of many batches of brown-toned felt pebbles that I am in the process of making. When I have enough, the idea is to turn them into a smallish table runner, but I've got a long way to go yet! The pebbles are so tactile and lifelike and I think they'll be ideal for a dining table. They'll not only be eyecatching, but their soft feltiness will offer protection to the table. I don't always take the opportunity to mention the ecological benefits of using felt, but the great thing about it is that you can bung it on the compost heap when you've had enough of it!
In an attempt to reduce some of the guilt associated with hoarding, I'm trying to make use of some of my stash of old worn-out table and tray cloths. They're getting to be a bit like my button collection - all washed and stored neatly away and taken out to play when I need cheering up.
With love from
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Monday, 2 March 2009
I can't remember where I picked up this old knitting pattern book, and I haven't looked at it for ages. I think it must be wartime vintage, judging by the drawings and photographs. The text is hilarious - very jolly and English 'stiff upper lip', with a bit of Joyce Grenfell thrown in.