Dear teacher

So, I’m wondering what to give my sons’ teachers this year… There’s the normal, incredibly helpful, group organised team present but I want to give them something from my boys…here’s where I’ve got to so far…

An ABC necklace made from Shrinkles…one of the teachers has ABC earrings, a pair for each letter. I wanted to accessorise!! I’ve made the first ten or so letters…photos so.

A vintage book for Little One’s main teacher, a 1901 instruction manual on handling a classroom…definite tongue in cheek present

And the last one…I’m stuck, a football loving, choir member, chocolate biscuit eating young teacher who Elder worships. Ideas?!?!

Olden days

I often start stories to my boys with the words “when I was a little girl…” And it’s true, I tend to hark back to good old days more and more now. but why? I mean, kids these days have so much.

My two boys have their own bedrooms, they get to eat good food every day, there are clubs, activities, play dates. WHy draw the past as better?

My sister and I were reminiscing this week about how we used to be allowed to cross the northern town we lived in by ourselves on the bus aged approximately eight years old. It doesn’t even bear thinking about. But we did it. I went on a coach the length of the country when I was about 8 or 9, alone, armed with Ballet Shoes by Noel streatfield and a packed lunch. It was an adventure. I loved it.

and that’s what my boys miss … Sheer adventure. Yes, there are skate parks, soft play, zip wires. But health and safety are ever present. I get very anxious but I want my boys to take risks, balance the pros and cons, make decisions. And in real life, not in minecraft.

I don’t know whether there’s a point to this post, more an expression of a feeling, a disquiet. It’s up to me to act on it, isn’t it?

Style i-con or style i-can?

imageWordPress do a daily post prompt which I always look at but seldom follow up on but today’s is to describe your personal style. I couldn’t resist.

Why? Well I wanted to share my personal style theory – the world is divided into two types of person:: amateurs and professionals. The latter are groomed, crease free and have shiny shoes. The former are shall we say, rustic in their attitude to mud and fluff (lots, sticking to boots, cars and glasses), have holes in their mismatched socks and believe that Narnia exists and tHe way in is probably in their wardrobe but they’ve never delved that deep into the textile mountain that has accumulated there.

Guess which one I am? Yep, the scarecrow is my style Icon, albeit a scarecrow with a penchant for print, colour, embroidery and charity shops. One day my style will be appreciated I’m sure, but until then I am quite happy being avoided in the street by those professionals, taupe to a (wo)man, who cannot relate to the ‘artisan’ approach to fashion.

How many sleeps?

Tradition in stitch towers is that Christmas preparations only kick in after my birthday which is right at the end of November. However, this year, in the spirit of trying to be organised, we are starting a bit earlier. I say that, but really, I just went down to my local charity Emporium and found these beauties. Aren’t they gorgeous? Not sure whether they will make it onto our tree or be used in some kind of gift. I’m just enjoying them at the moment.








I have two small boys and I watched them at Christmas, fizzing with excitement. Now I know EXACTLY how they felt because my first batch of fabric swatches are here!!!! I’m thrilled! I can’t explain how satisfying it is to touch your own designs. Better than chocolate. Really.

I’m going to use the 8″ squares to make a small quilt or similar and then hawk it around. Who will buy?! Lovely fabric, wallpaper, decals….tuppence a bag. Almost.

My Spoonflower shop opens soon. The link is on this page! Excited!