Friday, October 28, 2011

Tiny things




Tiny dustpans and brushes are perfect for cleaning up tiny snippets of fabric.



Over the last year a number of toys have left the house and as the children become older it becomes more and more apparent that there are plenty more could go. I look forward to the extra space and lack of plastic but there are some things I am not sure I am ready to part with.



Like this little red dustpan and brush. The tools of many a doll's house spring clean or tiny tea party crumb removal.




As a result of various wholesale enquiries I have recently reviewed my product pricing and I am afraid some prices have had to increase in order to keep up with the increasing cost of materials, postage and so on. However, in case anyone out there was planning on ordering something and is now kicking themselves for delaying I am offering a discount this weekend, it seems only fair. For your 10% discount just enter the code OCTOBER11 when checking out of the Handmade at Poshyarns Shop, it will remain valid until 1st November.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Restore



We had a week by the sea.



And feel fully re-charged, revived, restored.



There was sand.



Holes were dug. And jumped in.



Sand towns were planned and built.




Sea was gazed at.




Surf was boarded.

Friends were loved.

Cartwheels were turned.



There are surely few things better than St Ives with friends.

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Monday, October 10, 2011

The joy of the season



Just over a week ago we stood on warm sand and let the sea lick our toes as the sun bathed us warmly.




In the East of England.



In October.



Just over a week later and that Indian Summer seems a lifetime away. Autumn is most certainly knocking at the door. Indeed, it is positively shouting down the chimney.



And yet I love it.




Just as much as I loved standing on that sun-kissed shoreline.

As I ran through the woods this morning Autumn roared its presence through the trees. The leaves blew and the light was glorious, golden and soft. The woods smelled damp and warm, my feet crunched upon crisp, coloured leaves and the dogs stopped to pull chestnut shells from their paws.

As I ran I declared my love for Autumn, claimed it as my favourite season of all and then, as I thought about that statement, I realised that I think the very
same thing every single season. I love Winter, those days when the low, pale sun glistens across a frozen landscape, the pleasure of an evening around a warm fire indoors. Then comes Spring, with its acid bright greens, abundance of blossom, the sun so bright and new. But Summer, how could I not love Summer - its slow, hazy days, the colours bleached and faded in the warm sun.




So there it is, I could not give up even one of these seasons or ours. I embrace each one and a few months later tire of its presence and prepare to welcome the next but right now, oh yes, right now it's all about Autumn. My favourite season right now, I want to breathe it in, soak it up, I shall not miss a moment.

The aprons clearly have no bearing on the post whatsoever but have just been added to the Handmade at Poshyarns shop, perfect for Autumnal kitchen pottering.

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Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Knuckling down



Over the last few months I have come up with lots of new products to take to the craft fairs and Farmer's Markets that I have been attending. The pressure of committing to these events has been something of a creative kick up the proverbial, in fact it has been really good for me; in addition to a bulging sketch book my range now includes aprons, key fobs, bookmarks, hair slides and m
ore.



Unfortunately the kick has not extended to my on-line shop. I have been lazy about adding these things, there never seem to be enough hours to photograph and add the copy. Yes, excuses, excuses.




So I have given myself a stern talking to.

And hope to knuckle down over the next few weeks.



Rosetta Rabbit took her place in the Handmade at Poshyarns shop today.

She was named by her very first customer, the lovely young Natalie. I think she chose rather well.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Because you asked so nicely



We use napkins every day. We each have our own silver napkin ring with which to identify our napkin. The napkin rings have all been gathered over time, each a little battered, all found one by one in junk shops and car boot sales. There are lots of napkins, all soft and worn with laundering. Ecru linen, cheerful checks and vintage white linens and damasks. And yes Karen, I do iron them.




And now, because so many of you asked, the Apple Cake recipe is listed below. I was given this recipe by my friend and neighbour Lydia. I first ate it whilst living in a beautiful Rutland village, we were sitting on her back step in the afternoon sunshine and watching our children play. It must have been 10 years ago or more and yet I remember the taste, the moment, the blue sky above. She was given the recipe by her friend and she wrote it out for me, I still have that hand-written piece of paper, now laminated, I keep it with my
favourite recipes and rather like the fact that it is not metric.




Lydia's Apple Cake

5oz butter
2 lg eggs
8oz caster sugar
1 tsp almond extract
8oz self raising flour and 11/2 tsp baking powder
11/2 lb cooking apples (un-peeled weight) - peeled and roughly sliced

Oven 375 F, 190 C, Gas 5
10" loose bottom tin

Melt the butter until just runny and pour into a large bowl. Add eggs, sugar, almond extract and beat well.

Fold in the flour and baking powder. Spread 2/3 of mixture into tin, pile apples on top and dot remaining batter over the apples. It will be nigh impossible to evenly spread, no matter, this cake is one of those magical ones that makes it all OK in the oven.

Bake for 50-75 minutes, depending on your oven. It takes an hour in my current oven, in my previous oven it took almost 11/2 hours but I had to cover with tinfoil to prevent burning. I would advise checking it at 50 minutes and if it is almost done then check again in seven minutes, and so forth.

As previously mentioned, it will not be a beauty prize winner but dust with icing sugar if you please and make a cup of tea. Also, jolly good with cream for pudding.


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