Wednesday, 12 August 2020

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The current generation of pornographic spam has gone far above my tolerance level - during the process of deletion it's impossible not to take in a few of the disgusting words and I refuse to engage with it any more.

This filth serves no purpose therefore as I am not publishing new posts at present comments are closed.  That should stop the miserable little s*ds.

If any real readers want to get in touch I am always delighted to receive messages via the "gadget" on the right-hand side, which still works.

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

Summer Holiday

All is well . . .   as well as it can be in a world full of a pandemic whose viral spread is not slowing down anytime soon and whose economic stability is in question.

But in my little world all is well because there is absolutely nothing I can change by worrying, so I am not worrying and if I am not worrying then all is well 😊.

At present we are both robustly healthy, have enough food, and a warm & safe home to shelter us.   If the pandemic does any good it might be to show millions of consumers that enough is just that: enough and more is not necessarily going to make them any happier or safer.

I am busy sewing, and gardening, and reading.  Yes I would like to be away in the campervan but in truth I normally avoid campsites in August and wait until the kids go back to school.  Which is what I am hoping to do this year - assuming come September we're not in lockdown again?  That eventuality is out of my hands so it's one more thing I am not going to worry about.

The other thing I am not going to worry about for a while is updating the blog.  I need a Summer Holiday from sorting photos, processing, publishing and all that blog maintenance entails.

So Au Revior, Addio,  Mar sin leat,  Adiós,  Hwyl fawr . 
Take care of yourselves and I will see you sometime in the future🤗

Thursday, 30 July 2020

Another sewing day

I know all this rain keeps the garden lush and growing strongly but bluuuuueeergh.  It feels as if it has rained for nearly all of July and I am cold - even if it's only 2 or 3 logs I should not be lighting the woodburner at suppertime, but I am.  When it is finally dry enough to cut the grass the job will be a hard-work nightmare and Management has already been warned he's going to be involved in helping me.

Another day of simple sewing yesterday.  With a few tweaks I now have my preferred face-mask pattern*  adjusted to fit.  Having already lost the first one I made I know these are going to become like gloves, hats and scarves:  I have "speshul skills" when it comes to misplacing all three, might as well add masks to the list of disappearing accessories.

Back to the scraps now, that is quite enough Grown Up Sewing for one week.

*other patterns are available (thousands of them!).  This works for me:  Dhurata Davies

Wednesday, 29 July 2020


All around there is Covid, or cancer, or economic catastrophe.  Which rather puts a cut finger into perspective, yes?

It is frustrating that I cannot get on with tidying the garden because it's definitely too soon to do anything with my left hand that might risk splitting my little wound, and the weather is wet more than dry so I would find it difficult to do much anyway.  A couple of days ago I saw a blackbird extracting worms from the compost heap and bobbing off to a thick mass of unpruned foliage - whilst there are definitely still babies around hedge-trimming is off the agenda.

Therefore since the weekend my world has been, and continues to be fabric-centred.

Saturday:  I thought I'd play with an idle idea - I love the Trip Around the World quilts but sometimes you can have a little too much of squares.  I wondered how it would turn out if I sewed the strips as usual but cut the sections to make rectangles.  It seemed promising on paper.

Dug around in the 2½" strips box and pulled a few that sort of went together.  Trouble is, I ~always~ forget that these strips are old and I did not cut many of them, so they are not all exactly the same width, makes for some very wonky seams . . .

A bit of cutting up, unpicking and resewing (typical Trip Around the World then!) and I had the beginning of a possibility.  What I did not have, sadly, was any more than one strip of each fabric so the design was unceremoniously truncated.

Rather than waste everything I had done to that point, I added some quick borders with lovely (cheap) old-fashioned calico and the piece ended up a very strangely proportioned 22 x 65";  it is destined to be a practice piece on the longarm and who knows what will happen to it after that?

Unfortunately that did not make any dent in the scrap fabric collection, so I pulled out two boxes from the massive cutting up session last November.  I am pretty certain I sorted all these scraps in order to use them up, not to have them live for years in tubs 🤣   No plan, just the aim of keeping things in colour families and wasting as little as possible.  I sort of have a vague-likely-to-change-18-times idea of where this might go, but for now that does not matter.  It is relaxing and strangely therapeutic to sew without any plan and to know I was finally using some very old bits of the stash.

At present I am done with all of the smallest "crumb" pieces and working through the "strings".  I've also been able to rummage in the 2" strip box when I have needed more of a particular colour, so that's another small dent in the scraps.

Saturday, 25 July 2020

Pesky blackbirds

Those dratted birds - now they have found the Rowan berries there will be nothing left in a couple of weeks.

I deliberately planted a self-seeded Rowan sapling near the sewing room window  because it is my favourite tree and I wanted one as close as possible (sorry about the water on the glass, and it's a dull, damp day so the light is awful).  Proximity to the house does not seem to bother this blackbird:

As he flew away I realised, sadly, that Autumn really is not that far off:

Friday, 24 July 2020

Sick note?

A quiet week - because I did not have any choice in the matter.  Thankfully I seem to be healing fairly well although my finger is still incredibly tender and I cannot put even the slightest (accidental) pressure on the wound.  Hence the very large dressing which might make the injury look far worse than it is, but is really there for protection.  I know 'opposable thumbs' are all the rage when it comes to discussing evolution and the ability of homo sapiens to do things which other creatures cannot but do not ever (ever, ever, ever, ever, ever) under-estimate the importance of an index finger!

So it has been a week of bimbling around, no gardening except for watering the greenhouse and much reading,  But today two of my babies are back from their "spa-week" so today I resolved to do things fabric-related.  It should have been simple:  I would like to use less kitchen paper towel when I am in the campervan so I cut up an old 'dog towel' and wanted to overlock all the edges to make a set of wipe cloths for Bill.

That was not as easy as it should have been - I had "thread issues" which is something [nearly] everyone with an overlocker dreads.  Despite owning the serger for some years I confess to finding the machine something of an unknown quantity.  If I could get my head around exactly how the stitch is made, and what each of the four threads are doing I would find it a whole lot easier to troubleshoot when there are problems.  Much of the day vanished into YouTube land and there was considerable irritation at not finding what I was looking for.  But I fixed it, although that was not particularly satisfying - if I do not know what caused the Lower Looper to go bat-cr*p crazy in the first place I have not learnt how to prevent it happening in future,

At one point I knew exactly how a miserable toddler felt - I was so frustrated with the dratted thing that all I wanted to do was have a hissy fit and some tears, but I resisted the temptation because it would not have solved anything.  A job which should not have taken all day did, and made an unholy mess at the same time.  But now I have a lovely pile of cloths to use in the van, which was always the aim.

The chances of there being gin after supper?


Tuesday, 21 July 2020

Not all doom and gloom

Despite the preponderance of steri-strips and sterile dressings at Bag End, it is not all doom and gloom this week.

Does the accidental arrival of these beautiful poppies in the vegetable patch make it a Potager?

The clematis are fabulous:

Not sure what sort of bee this is, but together with a lovely Small Tortoiseshell butterfly, the buddleia was a busy place.