Sunday, March 28, 2010

GIVEAWAY Hand Monogrammed Vintage Linen Sachet

Decided to do my very  first give away to celebrate the fact that I finally got my 200th sale today on Etsy and would like someone to win a hand monogrammed vintage linen sachet filled with french lavender grown in my own garden here in the South West of France (initial of your choice) this can be for you or for a friend. Just leave me a comment and your name will be entered into a draw. After many hours of searching for someone to make the draw I decided to let Uncle Ted do it and does he look happy or what? This is open to anyone, anywhere!

Ps Uncle Ted just reminded me if there is a start there must be a finish silly me, um lets see how about  2 weeks that should give you enough time.  So 15th April it is then. Good luck

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Unsolicited Love is the best

I woke this morning and just as I was pouring my first coffee of the day and trying to decide what to get up to as the weather has turned nasty again. A knock on the door and a box was handed over to me and this is what was in it a beautiful bouquet of roses. A simple  message enclosed saying "I love you mama" from your son Andy. It's not my birthday or anniversary and I don't really know what I will do today but will have a smile on my face for most of it. I love you to Andy.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Dyed in the Woad


Last year I took a textile course held in the beautiful 18th century Chateau Dumas where we collected various pieces of vintage linens and then dyed them in woad using an ancient technique shown to us by Denise Lambert. I have to say that the smell of the woad was too say the least quite revolting but easily forgiven for producing such beautiful shades of blues.
If you would like to know more about this amazing plant check it out here

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Fascinating Facts about the name ROB

Tests have shown that people named Rob generate an aura of loveliness that reduces global warming!

Most avalanches in the Himalaya are caused by teams of Tap-Dancing hamsters called Rob!

Rob rhymes with genius if you spell it slightly differently!

Some of these facts may not be facts in the conventional sense. They are more like big fat fibs.

Friday, March 12, 2010

This is a little excerpt from my book which I wrote 5 years ago when my first grandson Archie was born and I thought it would be fun for when he was a little older so far I have 16,000 words. It's called "Feathers" and it's all about a training school  to teach young birds how to fly sing and dance. 


Had you found yourself on level 29, you would have been launched into singing lessons. Although it had originally started on level 10, the local residents logged a complaint about the noise being unbearable and extremely irritating so the elders took a unanimous decision to move it 19 levels higher and this was generally accepted to be less irritating.

As Professor Warble was waiting for the first students of the day, she reminisced on last night’s dinner with Gerard. It was all going so well until she attempted to eat the last snail which Gerard insisted she have. She was struggling to open it when at last, with a last sharp tap, the snail finally cracked - and unfortunately so did part of her beak. This in turn changed her S’s into F’s her B’s into P’s with the result that everything she tried to say became seriously jumbled. From then on conversation just got too much, and Gerard decided it was best to fly her home. After 3 attempts at thanking Gerard for a pleasant evening she gave up, but realising she had had a good night all the same she was left hoping that Gerard would call her again. She was brought out of her reverie when the students finally arrived, all trying to get into the class at the same time, causing lots of ruffled feathers and unnecessary pecking to break out.

“Norning poys and firls!”

This strange sound caused everyone to stop dead in their tracks and look at her.

“Er, yes. Good morning Professor Warble.”

“Fight, Pefore we pegin I have to fay that I have a broblem lith my lords boday, so blease porgive me.”

This was too much for some of the students and when two fell off their perches she was not overly amused.

“Fet pack up on your ferches immediately and fop pessing afout” she commanded.

They obeyed but lots of sniggering continued nevertheless.

“Fight, por boday we pan fart with a pong balled ‘Fawn Forus’. This pong as you fnow baws fritten py Peathoven a ferry tong lime ago.”

At that point the sniggering erupted into full-blown laughter and even Professor Warble saw the funny side of it and started to giggle.

“I fink we food fancel the flass boday, fen my feak is fended we pan fart an offer lime. Food pay to you all!” and sweeping up her books and still giggling she left.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

My Lavander's on fire

It was such a cold day that I kept feeding the fire and it was crackling and burning beautifully, I then happened to glance  out my window and  I saw that my lavender bush was on fire so I ran into the kitchen and filled a basin of water and rushed outside. The lavender bush was where it always was and there was no fire. I threw the water at it all the same and came back inside and looked out the window  and there it was again the bush was on fire. This time though I did not panic and grabbed my camera and took the picture. The fire was simply reflecting off the window pane.

Tulip Bouquet Bed Throw

I have been working on this bedspread throw for several months 10 minutes here and there and have just finished the centre piece. Have estimated by the time I am 94 it should be finished.
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