Naughty, naughty.
Naughty me has not been near the blog for weeks. It has become a sad and neglected space so I'm going to shower it with pretty pictures to make it feel better.



Naughty me has not been near the blog for weeks. It has become a sad and neglected space so I'm going to shower it with pretty pictures to make it feel better.
What a wonderful day of delights it was at Vintage and Handmade! Here is some of the Pixieland stall which had lots of lovely visitors.
Yes, I'm making things madly at the moment for Vintage and Handmade - less than two weeks away now. I'm getting very excited although I suspect Roland and Alexei are getting fed up with the amount of stuff that is cluttering up the table and that I keep forgetting to provide meals and walk around enthusing about nice string and cake decorations. All the exhibitors at Vintage and Handmade are contributing home made cakes for the day so you can shop and eat cake at the same time. Heaven.
Just look at this beauty . . . an original Mabel Lucie Attwell Money box. There it was in the window of one of Rochester's antique shops. Unfortunately there were not nearly enough pennies in the pixie purse to buy it so I tried to forget it. Of course, I causally mentioned it to the other half who, although appreciates lovely and unusual things, has been known to mutter about the house being full of "pointless objects". However, he willingly came and admired it with me and without any persuasion on my part, did a deal with the man in the shop and "Voila!" –it's mine. A totally unexpected gift from the very, very lovely Roland and I promise not to moan too much about cooking your tea in future. I'm very lucky, I know, and I get a warm feeling every time I look at it.
Never mind, there are still plenty of cakes.
The Easter tree.
Two little chocolate kittens for my sis and brother-in-law. I wouldn't be able to eat these, not with those sad little beseeching eyes.
Good Friday, a spent day shopping in sunny Canterbury after a hearty lunch in the Boho cafe. Daffodils, bluebell scented candles and gathering up all those last chocolate novelties left on the shelves.
Hope your Easter is full of fun and joy.
What do you think of this little secret keepsake box-that-looks-like-a-book? I'm pleased with it as it is quite vintage looking and involves one of my most favourite things to do which is pasting. I adore wallpapering. I've got a whole stash of these wooden boxes waiting to be painted, pasted and varnished after the Easter hols. If you want one they are priced at £9.50 and are in the shop now.
Ages ago Catherine tagged me about seven things about myself. I'm actually going to change it a bit and do seven things I liked doing when I was seven. I think a lot about this as I find myself comparing myself with Alexei to see the differences and similarities despite the fact that he's a boy and is now nine so probably we are not similar at all. So here goes . . .
I scanned the playground for my friend Jane. A deal had been arranged. She passed me the bag of mushrooms and I handed over the cash in exchange. All done in view of two of the teachers who looked both perplexed and amused at the sight of this transaction. They had to agree that Jane's cashmere and cotton crochet creations are very sweet. All that remains is for me to sew on the pearls and keyring findings and then they will be ready for the shop. I like this task, I do it in the car while Alexei is at his gymnastics club.
I had a lovely day on Friday. I went up to the Spring Country Living Fair on a whim. A fun day with friends and buying all sorts of fripperies like this little china tag.
My sister was late. She is never late. She was late because her cats followed her down the road and twice she took them back home. She then scuttled off only to find half way down the hill that Mr D'Arcy was with her again. Mr D'Arcy is one of the cats in case you were wondering.
Look at this cute jug. If you look closely you can see a tiny ladybird and another one perched on the handle. I had a difficult time deciding on ladybird or mouse.
"For goodness sake stop dithering. You have been annoyingly indecisive all day." my friend Lucy told me as she dragged her bags of shopping off to the next stand. So ladybirds it was and thus the spell was broken and my shopping mojo was restored.
Gosh - where did February go? I've been busy with some new drawings which means I totally lose track of time. I've been very poor company for the whole of February, wrapped up against the outside world sitting in my little room surrounded by tea cups, bits of paper and crumbs. Here's the first one: "Dusk falls" inspired by Arthur Rackham of the muted colours and ethereal atmosphere school of drawing.
I know, I know . . school dinners weren't always nice. This is how the conversation goes most afternoons:
Me: "what did you have today?"
A: "Can't remember."
Me: "Oh you must do, think back." (imagining such delights as cheese and potato pie and pineapple upside down cake)
A: "The pudding was nice. It was a round cake with a thin red circle and ice cream in the middle."
Me: "Arctic roll? I've not seen that since about 1979." (makes mental note to try and track some down)
Well here we are after some time, I found it when I had given up all hope. The perfect retro dessert.
"Oh mum - I've remembered what the first course was . . it was lumps of meat and orange potatoes."
I think school meat had something to do with why I became a vegetarian as soon as I could.
The cold weather and the darkness really slows me down. Every year I promise myself a sun light lamp to get me going but then I dismiss the idea as bunkum and another winter goes past . . . anyway, now we are on the downwards slope thank goodness and spring is just round the corner. I did some "doggy day care" last week and had to take crazy Daisy for some long walks. Behind our house we are lucky to have a little steep valley with allotments, a wild meadow with woods and the sweetest little lawn tennis club amongst the bushes. And there is always a smell of woodsmoke that hangs in the air. See, I do quite like winter after all!
You don't get a true view of what it is like as you can't see the bottom of the valley but Rochester is full of steep hills and surprising vistas which make things look much nearer than they are. Unsurprisingly, it is also a really horrible place to ride a bike.
Do you ever get that feeling that you are being watched while in the woods? Of course, the little people are watching you go by but look at all these eyes on the tree trunks. The more I looked, the more I saw.
I'm gradually getting into gear with some new drawings too. I'm very excited to be doing the Vintage and Handmade Fair in May so I need to get lots of new stock together and so my challenge to myself is to create something new everyday. I'm not doing very well so far but this is a new drawing entitled "The Scruffies" and is inspired by the toys that Nicky makes.
I'll be back soon - I've been tagged by Catherine so I'm busy thinking up some interesting things about me that don't make me sound totally weird. Bye for now and look out for the "eyes'.
