Back to life…

…back to reality. Blogging on the move back home after our little sojourn… We bought ‘salty sea dog’ clothes this morning in Salcombe from my favourite theme shop, Seasalt. Also ventured into Quba Sails – felt v old and unglamorous but was enchanted by the clothes and sale prices. I swear, age may not diminish…

Messing about on the river

To Salcombe for a night away from the boys and time with the buoys instead. Pootling down the Dart and catching waves out at sea. My first time on Other Half’s new hobby. I forgot my exploded loo, the parkinsons and workload. Marvellous. Look, here’s a taster.

Little chapel on the (welsh) prairie

Well, it didn’t rain, the boys are natural beachbums, wineboxes are much smaller than I remember them and so long as you look hard enough you can find stitchy goodness everywhere. We are back from Mwnt near Cardigan in Wales, staying with a girlfriend and her daughter in a MASSIVE caravan. I haven’t been in…

Sandy and salty

Four days away with my boys. Here they are Proper post tomorrow. The wine is calling me…

Thank ricrac for that!

Done!!!!! Rubbish picture but I hope it conveys the gist of my recreation. Remember where we started?  Off on hols tomorrow so finishing off reports for work tonight. Blardy hell!

The university of stitch

I could have been a market trader, me. Oh yes, sell bobbins to Lancashire I could. Maybe. Anyway, this is all to set the scene for today’s post which is about one of my favourite places on t’internet, Quilt University. Are you a graduate? Are you?! This is just a taste of the quilted stuff…

Alles ist total ausgeflopped

Remember me crowing about my charity shop bonanza? Want to see my Tupperware-produced extravaganza? I’d sit down if I were you lest you faint from it’s beauty…ready? Oh bugger. There goes my ‘domestic goddess’ badge.

Price of fish these days…

May be high but you can still bag a bargain at our local charity shops….I had a spree today, look… What a haul! £12 the lot! I particularly like the little red and White sewing box. Very 50’s. It’s coming with me to knitting tonight. The pink jug was 50p! It’s nestling on my sewing…

100 posts!

To celebrate 100 blogs I was all set to post a blindingly witty treatise on how meaningful this blog has become to disease ridden me. After tonight I say bollocks to that. I’ve been to my nieces hen night and observed mother/daughter relations first hand. I learnt this I’m Blessed to have my boys They’ll…