Tuesday, June 28, 2011

And the rains came down



The weekend was hot, the markets were good, but hot, so hot. I find myself becoming more relaxed behind my stall now. It all feels more natural and less daunting and on Saturday I had a most enormous surprise when I was recognized by a reader! Hello Jill, I do hope the real me has not put you off reading....




Right now the Suffolk sky above is bruised purple, black and grey. The promised storm finally arrived this afternoon and how glorious the rains have been. There were rumbles and crashes, flashes of light and fat heavy raindrops. The storm has moved along now, a soft, misty rain persists and glimpses of light blue can be seen through cracks in the darkness.



The air felt instantly fresher and I feel reinvigorated once more.




Which is just as well, there is sewing to be done.




Linens gently striped and trimmed in Liberty, ready for the Woodbridge Market this weekend.



Friday, June 24, 2011

To market to market

Twice this weekend.


If you happen to be in the vicinity of Bury St Edmund's tomorrow please come and say hello to me at the Handmade at Poshyarns stall in the Abbey Gardens. I promise not to bite.


And on Sunday you can find me in Lavenham, hopefully in the sunshine, at the Farmer's Market, from 10am until 1.30pm

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Meet the blogger




Some weeks ago the lovely Silver Pebble suggested we meet, she would come to Lavenham. It couldn't be easier.

I was nervous.




What if she was a weirdo?

What if we had nothing to talk about?

What if I am a wierdo?



The appointed date came and it was raining. The place we had arranged to meet is no longer where it should be. I got out my phone and
felt a little panicky that I would miss her somehow. Stand her up. Be a rude blogger. It was pouring with rain and difficult to juggle my phone, bag, over large umbrella. Then I saw some some rather fabulous red wellies on the other side of the street.




And I knew that this must be the person I was meeting because I really liked her wellies.




We had lunch, the time flew, we talked non-stop, she was not a weirdo and was much too polite to call me one.




She gave me the most beautiful bunch of flowers from her garden, their scent filled my car all the way home. And this adorable brooch, so beautifully drawn, such a perfect English cottage garden scene. When the summer flowers have faded I will be reminded of their glory each time I wear this brooch and I will smile. Thank you Emma.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Today I am

Enjoying:



a vase of daisies, self seeded they flourish in the long grass at the bottom of the garden.

Eating:



lemon cookies, lemon scented buttery shortbread style biscuits.

Drinking:



delicate, refreshing, white tea, from the Savoy, no less. A gift from my
dear friend Kate.

Sewing:



with grey linen, a departure yes, but I love it, seems to go with all my favourite Liberty prints.

Listening to:



the rain. So rarely heard these days, softly tip-tapping upon the skylight, awakening the scent of rose and honeysuckle through the open window.

What are you doing today?

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Extra large, please




At this time of year I rarely buy flowers at the market, instead I fill my vases with random selections of what is available in the garden, a few roses, some cow parsley, daisies and bits of greenery. Different every time, each vase a hotchpotch of colour yet always beautiful and summery.



A couple of weeks ago one of my Not On The Highstreet cu
stomers contacted me with a special request.




A tea cosy made to fit an extra large tea pot and adorned with as many colourful Liberty print flowers as I wished.

Normally my tea cosies feature flowers in just one print and it had really never occurred to me to mix them up.


But mix them I did.

And I loved the results.

It was so much fun to combine the prints and colours, I had to discard one or two but found most of the prints in my stash worked well toget
her. I guess this is no surprise, I am certainly drawn to similar colours and styles over and over again.



This hotchpotch of flowers will certainly be repeated in the future and I like the idea that depending on what is available, the results will be a little different each time.

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Monday, June 06, 2011

Blowing bubbles



Half term is rolling to the finish all too soon.



The children return to school tomorrow.



The house will be quiet and still.



The dogs and I will slowly find our rhythm once more and soon we will be happy in our gentle solitude.



But, I will miss those two noisy little beings, gone each day, from 9 'til 4. I will miss the laughter, the tears, the jokes and the squabbles, the busy silences and the frequent floor shows. I will long for the end of term yet, each half term, each summer break, each winter holiday, they grow a little older, a little further from me and it rather breaks my heart for I know that one day there will be no one blowing bubbles for my pleasure and amusement.


Thursday, June 02, 2011

Days like these



Somewhere along the way it would seem that May has left us and it really was such an incredible May. Full of sunshine and warmth, the days long and dry. Suffolk is quite breathtaking right now, its skies are wide and blue and the dark grey of winter seems so long ago to be almost forgotten. The acid yellow of the rape crop has already faded and the wheat is beginning to ripen, the cherries on my
tree are beginning to blush - everything seems three weeks earlier than last year.




Today the children and I set off early to the woods, our mission to gather the elderflowers for this year's batch of cordial. The wood is dry and dusty, the earth cracked from too many weeks without rain but it still feels full of l
ife, that slow, still summer feeling has not reached it yet. The birds sing busily and as we round each corner there is rustling in the undergrowth and we have that feeling of pairs of eyes watching us amongst the dappled light, the deer stand statue still and the dancing sun plays tricks so we cannot be certain that it is they. As we reach the clearing we leave the path in search of the best looking flowers, wading through bramble into the open area were the trees are still young and the best elderflower grows. Our ankles got scratched by the bramble already rampaging across the land but we were victorious.



Our basket filled quickly and we walked slowly home, only 11am but already we could feel the heat of the sun upon us, the oldest dog a little slower as the midday sun grew stronger.



How I love days like these.

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