Sunday, 26 May 2013

BOOTY FROM THE CAR BOOTY
Let me paint you a picture, a possibly factually incorrect picture, but a picture nonetheless.
This morning my beloved was fresh faced and happy. The boys were refreshed and loving having slept a long and wondrous sleep until a totally acceptable hour of the morning. They all stood on the doorstep in the dappled sunlight waving me good bye and wishing me luck as I set off vintage shopping basket in hand on a hunter gathering trip.  The Hippy had not been out till the wee small hours, he had not staggered about waking me up and he did not snore a lot. The children had not stayed up too late watching films possibly unsuitable for a 5yr old, they had not woken very early and forced their Mother to watch Wall E before her eyes could even focus on the remote properly. I did not escape the house by telling the Hippy very quickly that I was popping out and then going before his brain had started working and I did not stuff a manky battered old bag for life in to my pocket as I legged it as fast as I could down the drive waving the car keys over my head and emitting little whoops of glee as I did it.
The truth is a tricky fellow, its all a matter of perspective, of who you listen to.
I leave it to you my dear friends to decide what's what and which is reality.
However as we know the truth of the pudding is in the eating.
And I found some tasty pudding let me tell you.
A lovely old sewing basket and a pile of ribbons.



Maps, old pamphlets and a fantastic road atlas. As well as these charming dolls house sofa and arm chair. They look as though some one's Granddad worked long and hard to make them one Christmas many years ago.



Old packs of cards that reminded me of endless games of gin rummy with my Grandma.



And a skipping kitty mug to add to one of the many many collections.



Did you have a good car booty haul today?
I do hope so.
Enjoy the sun people, welcome our long lost friend in for the bank holiday weekend, make it comfy and hopefully it will stay for the whole of half term.
Love Nora xxxx

Saturday, 25 May 2013

A ROOM WITH A VIEW.
The problem I have discovered about moving is that you are living in someone else's house.
In our case a palace of magnolia and dodgy carpets with an over bearing smell of old cigarettes.
We needed some where to call ours.


The hippy came up with the excellent and attainable plan of decorating the downstairs toilet.
It was the most depressing place dark and dingy, where the smell of stale fags just would not shift.
May be we are missing the feeling of homeliness, not sure what else can explain the sheer volume of stuff we have crammed in there.


Including lots of special old toys both the boys and my youngest siblings grew out of




And most of my collection of old children's books.


Oh and lets not forget the beautiful mirror that the Hippy fashioned from the toilet seat from the out side toilet in our old home.
I have noticed a marked increase in frequency of trips to the littlest room, so I guess something has gone right.
We are now setting our sights on the upstairs toilet.
By the end of the year we may have even graduated to a full sized room.
If not you might find a sofa and coffee table in the bathroom before too long.


So there you have it kids, a room with a view.
Have a great Bank Holiday weekend kids.
Much Love Nora xxxx  

Monday, 20 May 2013

FEELING A LITTLE BLUE
Cutting and stitching lovely linen with shades of blue. 


This being only a small glimpse of the bigger plan, and yes for once there is a bigger plan, there will be much more to come.


But for now this is it.
The repetitive hand stitch is strangely calming.
Be happy I am actually stitching something that isn't work related or a project thats been hanging about for ever and has lost its glamour.
I am!
Love Nora xxx






Sunday, 19 May 2013

A NICE BIT OF SKIRT PART THE SECOND.
For those of you who have been kind enough to stick with me through these lean blogging times you may remember this post from earlier in the year.
Any hoo there was some fabric left over and a pile of hand appliqued doilies needing a new home.


After a lot of snip snip snipping I had a pleasingly large pile of sunshine yellow motifs.



Then there was lots of stitching in various shades of yellow.
Then we moved house and the skirt remained unphotographed but not unloved. 
This morning it was a. not raining and b. almost sunny.
So click click click and here it is another new skirt.





And the little photographer's assistant lurking in the background giving handy advice and direction.



Have a good week y'all!
Love Nora xxx

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

WASPISH WAYS



Whilst hopping from rafter to rafter torch in hand trying to investigate the cause if a suspicious damp patch on the bedroom ceiling the Hippy made a discovery.
At some point in the past it would appear we have had visitors in the loft.
There were several old wasps nests up there.
I love the textures and colours in them, the paper like structure is fascinating and so delicate.



This tiny one went off to the school nature table with the bombshell this morning.
I am starting to wonder if this place will ever again have anything of a crafty nature on it.
I am hoping the long drought will be over soon.
Love Nora xxx

Saturday, 11 May 2013

LETS JUST CAKE A MESS.
OR THE SEARCH FOR THE GOLDEN ROLO.
Today the boys had some of their new friends over to play.
It was an important play date. 
It is the first one we have had here.
They are thankfully, (big breath, fingers and toes crossed) starting to settle in to their new school.
So cake was needed.









I particularly like the leaning tower of chocolate one.
Though with this much sugar in their systems I doubt if any of them will sleep much before a week next Thursday.
Love Nora xxxx

Saturday, 4 May 2013

ALL CLOGGED UP.



 




My Mother has brought treasure to my new house.
You may recognise the little red clogs, they are my little icon on the blog and occasionally over on Face book too.
I have probably told you the story of them before. 
But I love a bit of repetition.
When I was a very small girl the clog maker still had a workshop in the village my Great Aunts and Uncle lived in up in Lancashire.
Every summer when we went to visit Mum would order another pair of little red clogs for us.
We would then spend the next 6 months or so clattering around in them.
The smallest pair of them have travelled with me all over the place from home to home for many many years.
Now all the pairs are reunited.
The bombshell managed to cram his feet in to the largest pair and spent a happy hour clattering all round the garden.
I now just need to find a good way to display them.
At least now I have the space to do it!
Love Nora xxx

Thursday, 2 May 2013

HELLO!
I'm back.









Did you miss me?
I missed you.
I've been living is a strange old place, full of stress and boxes.
But slowly slowly the boxes are disappearing and the stress is ebbing away.
The boys are settling in to their new school.
I don't think they have forgiven us for uprooting them yet.
We have good days, we have bad days, but the good days are really good, full of sun, sea and exploring, the bad days I don't like to think about.
Love Nora xxx