A bit of slow stitching

I have been very lucky recently, going to a lampshade making course and then meeting Heather Everitt at an embroidery class yesterday. The lampshade is now in use in my bedroom. I really enjoyed making it and can’t capture how lovely it looks.


I really want to make a Marna Lunt inspired one but that can wait until I have some time at Christmas. I want t be able to spend time on that project and leave it out to finish over a few days.

Today I managed to finish my embroidered bee I started yesterday with Heather. I have always adored her beautiful Liberty fabric butterflies and when I saw the workshop advertised locally, I knew I had to go. And it was brilliant. All of us had a pattern to follow and off we went. Three hours later and my bee looked like this :


A little unfinished but a good start. So today I was determined to continue him so that it didn’t become another unfinished WIP. And here he is now :


I have embroidered since I was a teen and it’s great for forgetting the stresses of life. This is definately one for me to keep.



Two many bags!

I recently made two bags, hence the typing of my title. My husband says I have too many as it is but he need not worry as these are for sale.

I do love bags. Strangely enough I only use a few regularly but then I go back to a different bag that I forgot I had. I do only use one handbag as it’s typically full of junk alongside my essentials.

It had been a while since I used my sewing machine and I loved some used denim I had in my stash and some fabric left from a skirt I made. I love using leftovers or up cycling for my makes and bags are a favourite. One Sunday, in between going out for lunch, I made these very useful bags.

They can be worn over the shoulder or carried in your hand, have a button fastening and are big enough for an A4 folder. A good friend uses a previously made one for her evening classes. I am tempted to make one for me to keep for my collection and to start adding pockets to make them more useful.

I am hoping to have some time to see today but watching the youngest play football is first on the list, so we shall see. Have you any plans today?

Long time no sew

Although, that is not entirely true. I have had less making time but also l haven’t felt the need to post here. Life has been busy and the day job time consuming and so any me time has been limited. Here are just a few makes since May.


As you can see, it’s been a range of items using various mediums including my sons old school shirt in one. I love up cycling objects and so have also used up some fabric scraps, used up odd buttons, repurposed vintage doilies and decorated a box using mixed media. I loved sewing the animals for a retelling of Farmer Duck at work out of felt scraps. The hat was for my mad hatter costume in which I also took part in interviews at work!!

I have also made a few books since I attended a course in January. There is just one pictured here which I made from scratch. My next project is a swimming costume as I haven’t seen a garment since my Christmas dress. I am also determined to de stash over the holidays and finish some WIPs, including a junk journal for me.  Well that’s  the plan …………………..

I have linked my FB page below if you would like to se more of my makes.


Wuthering Heights Inspired Embroidery

All the way back in December I posted about some wool, vintage doilies and paints. The colour of my wool made me think of moor land and I am a huge Wuthering Heights fan. And so now in the depths of spring I bring you my creation. A wintery, desolate scene, ready to burst into life at any moment. I ended up couching my tree and love the bark like effect. It now hangs next to my dress makers dummy ready to go to a new home if sold, although I think I love it too much to part with it.

It signifies a dark patch in my life that I have survived through hanging on in a desolate place. I am the tree and the tree is me. Remember change is around the corner, just hang on in there.

Just a quick update


Linen, merino wool, a vintage doily and a hoop plus inspiration from Wuthering Heights and this is what I have so far. I need to paint some more of the sky and add a windswept tree but am having a break so I can look at it with fresh eyes later. I didn’t think I would knit with the wool.

Secret Knitting Santa


My gorgeous knitting gift from Pippa . I love the colours and can’t wait to wear my lovely hat and mittens, although it’s very mild here today in North Devon. I am not a knitter and I am attempting badly to crochet, so these lovely wools will help keep me going. There were also some lovely embroidery threads which are now in my stash and a hot chocolate kit which was consumed before any photos were taken.

I am always  amazed how thoughtful the secret Santa gifts are and I love the element of surprise. It helps to inspire creativity too and the gorgeous merino wool is making me think of heather and so possibly may end up in one of my embroidery pieces. We will have to wait and see.

Secret Stitching Santa

I was very lucky to receive two beautiful secret santas, one stitching and one knitting. I am going to blog about my stitching one here as I have already made something from the goodies in the box. I absolutely lived both of them and the thought that went into both but I am not a knitter and am trying to crochet, so those gifts will help me continue to try!

Going back to my sewing gift. I received some gorgeous vintage doilies, DMC threads, buttons, some lovely handmade decorations and gifts, chocolate, a pattern, a booklet and some fabric. I have not decided what to make with that yet but the floral pattern is saying quilt to me, so we will have to wait and see. The doilies and the booklet called to me instantly and so I began an embroidery -and yes Cathy those colours suit my palette beautifully – using only things from my gift apart from a hoop. I then did add a button from my sons vintage button gift and a brown thread from my collection to finish the piece.

I love the colours and how a jar of pieces of ribbon and fabric inspired me to make this. The design in the book jumped out at me and then I just stitched where I wanted until it was finished. The colours are more rich than my photography skills show.

I already have a floral one ready to sew but need another hoop so it’s sitting waiting for me to add stitchery. Can’t wait and thank you Cathy for my gifts and Sheila’s   #stitchingsanta  for the chance to take part again.



my poem with no title

There are no words to describe the joy
Of discovering the conception of your baby.
Tears of amazement, checking more than once,
Phone calls asking is it it a yes, no, maybe,
To relatives too far away to see blue lines.
The tears of pride of the grandparents to be
As we drunk a toast to the first born grandchild
With an just an orange juice for me.

A scan to see the tiny speck of a growing child,
Bobbing around like a miniature toy spaceman.
Grand dad was home when I popped in for tea
Granny to be was out so a weekend visit was the plan.
A phone call to say how are you, are you visiting
And a memory of putting the receiver down,
Pausing as I realised I didn’t say Love You.
Life took over and gone was the temporary frown.

A second call that evening as the world crumbled under my feet,
We need you at the hospital, mum’s been taken ill
The longest journey on the Northern line, time slowed down,
And all the time a panic swelled in me, ready to spill
Out in tears of what’s happened amongst agonisingly long minutes.
Then we could finally see her after scans and tubes and care
In ICU on life support and the green bleeping lines of life
Clinging on in a body of a person no longer there.

So a new life beginning, a young life snuffed out,
A grief not fully relinquished, a new joy, bitter sweet
The burdens of motherhood and of being a reason to live,
To get out of bed in the morning as my baby needed to eat.
And as he grows I see her in him, the floppy hair and lovely grin
I think how she would of spoilt him, taken him to the park
Made him listen to Motown whilst cooking Sunday dinner
Singing along so badly that dogs would howl and bark.

Amazing how your life can change in a week,
The best moment followed by the worst
That’s going to be a hard week to beat.
And as the 15th anniversary approaches
Of the joy and heartache of life
I’ll raise a glass of barcardi, Change my FB photo too
And think of you Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
With Purple rinses, like we planned to do.

I found this poem I wrote just over two years ago and I had forgotten about. I don’t usually share my poems as they are very personal, few and far between and not very good. This one made me feel proud and after a lot of thought, it’s here for you to share. Cherish your loved ones this Holiday as it could be your last and then enjoy yourself as others before you would want you too.