Saturday, 31 August 2013

ALL IN THE DETAIL.
Last night the man on the news told us today it would be feeling more Autumnal.
Wrong.
Another blazing hot sun drenched day.
We headed off in to the old town for a mooch about, while the Hippy was giving his Mum a guided tour of some of the junk shops and antique centres, I spent time wandering with the boys.
Today was all about the little details.



Weather beaten old doors



Funicular lifts.



Hidden gardens.



Delicious food.



And a chalk board I have been obsessing about for weeks.
Happy weekend folks.
Love Nora xxx




Thursday, 29 August 2013

HAT, EMBROIDERY, GREENGAGE
Today we all went on a big old family trip out, all except the Hippy, he was off building schools and stuff.
I have a rare day off, over breakfast I said  "Where shall we take Nana and Grandad today boys?"
After vetoing the amusement arcade, the aquarium and the swings we settled upon a quick trip up the coast to BexHill.
Hurrah, the thing I love the most about all of my family is that the best treat, the most exciting day out is to go to the charity shop capital of the South coast.
Three generations of excitement, can't get much better than that.
Today's shopping basket was full of 



An interesting old hat, a lot of hand embroidered nonsense.



I think these blue ones are destined to become pockets.



There are 4 of these and they are quite big, so the possibilities are almost endless.



And a delicious tablecloth.
I also stumbled across this old mending kit from the Imperial Hotel, Hythe, Kent.
Mainly I am very attracted to the fact it also includes a row of matches, just incase you need to start a small fire, or light a fag, or cauterise a wound while darning your stockings.



And finally just before heading home the only non charity shop purchases of the day, figs and greengages.



All this, but no egg cups, which is what I was really looking for.
May your shopping bags be full to the brim with good things.
Love Nora xxx


Wednesday, 28 August 2013

HARVESTING
On bank holiday Monday The Hippy went from a wander round the garden and returned with steam pouring from his ears and a string a words not to be repeated here upon his lips.
It would appear the ******* squirrels have been at his nuts.
We have a couple of hazel trees at the top of the garden that a few of days ago were heavy with nearly ripe nuts, but now they were sadly more or less stripped bare.



And so we all spent a happy hour gathering what was left of the harvest and gossiping with neighbours over the fence.
Nana and Grandad are here on a late summer visit checking out the new abode and looking after two energetic boys while we get on with the boring business of keeping a roof over our heads.
Later in the afternoon as we were all sitting down to dinner, Grandad commented on how the huge flock of sparrows that live in our hedge were constantly flying back and forth across the garden.
We sat and watched them for a moment before the Hippy bellowed "They are after the bloody blackberries!"



The boys jumped up and ran out shouting.
The hippy sprinted for his step ladder.
Nana and I grabbed bowls and we all went back out a harvesting.
Yesterday Nana and the Bombshell made the most delicious blackberry and apple crumble.



I predict a week of substantial dinners and a thickening of the already thick waist line!
Are you all enjoying nature's bounty at this time of year?
Love Nora xxx

Tuesday, 27 August 2013






 BROKEN
One of my favourite bowls has come to a sad end.



I can't quite bring my self to throw it in the bin.
I can't quite bring my self to glue it back together.
And so it sits on the corner of my cutting table, getting in the way and gathering dust, waiting for inspiration to strike.
I love the simplicity of the pattern round the edge.



I am toying with the idea of translating it in to fabric.
But time is not my friend.
So may be if I put the idea out here, write it down, may be it will happen.
May be.
Love Nora xxxx

Monday, 26 August 2013

PROGRESS.
Work on the patch work skirt continues.



Continues changing.
Continues developing.
Continues going off at tangents.



Continues becoming more work that I ever envisioned when I thoughtlessly took the box of hexies down from the shelf.



And somehow has developed in to yet another running stitch project, who knew?
Love Nora xxxx

Thursday, 22 August 2013

PLAYING WITH IDEAS AND A FEW OUT TAKES
I have been playing about with some ideas for the autumn timetable of my Kids craft workshops.
The first one is coming up really quite soon, though I am in denial about the fact that September is just round the corner.
The first one is all about self portraits.



Drawing directly on to fabric with permanent markers, then stitching them up in to little 3D toys.
I made these up as a sample for the kids to see what to do. 
They are of my self and Kirsty, the glamourous assistant.
The boys wanted to join in. 
I haven't finished stuffing these ones yet, and I'm not entirely sure what it says about what is going on in the Bombshell's tiny little brain.



Or why the Ginger looks like a girl.



But then if we knew 100% of what goes on in little boys heads I suspect the world would be a weird and troubling place.
It didn't all go smoothly with this project. 
Thought it would be fun to share a couple of the out takes.
Kirsty with a black eye.



Me with the beginnings of a Hitler tash.



Hope the end of the Holidays aren't going too fast for all of you out there.
Love Nora xxx

Sunday, 18 August 2013

FEELING BLUE
Hurrah I have finally finished one of my many unfinished projects.



Actually as unfinished projects go this one hasn't been on the go for too long, about months. Which for me at the moment is good going.
It started off as a simple tunic, the pattern taken from an old top I really liked.
It was supposed to be a quick fix, I needed something smart and dark to wear to a rather upsetting occasion.
But instantly the tunic took on a life of its own.
First the contrast trim at the neck line, all unfinished raw edges that will hopefully fray and matt over time and look interesting.
Then the four rows of contrast stitching. It was ok I could still make the deadline.



Then I remembered this and how much I enjoyed making it.
I also remembered how a simple running stitch is my favourite one. I love the simplicity, the repetition and the quilted effect it gives.



The deadline passed, I wore emergency black with an unsuitable bright coat teamed with scarlet shoes. 
A little inappropriate, but it cheered me up.
Time passed. Some evenings I would do a few rows. 
Most evenings I would not.
But now its finished, the only problem being its of a very heavy linen and probably a little warm for this time of year.



However I have waited quite a long time for this tunic, I think a few more weeks will not be a problem.
In other news the hexie skirt has now rather annoyingly evolved and is becoming an overworked, over thought, complicated bit of nonsense and not just a quick stash busting border. 
I am surprised at how surprised I am by this development, especially considering all of the above.
Hopefully it will be finished by Christmas.
Love Nora xxx

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

WHAT A CLANGER!
I am a lucky girl.



A while ago someone posted a picture of a knitted Clanger on facebook.
I happened to say how much I loved The Clangers, someone from my past spotted this fact and generously offered to make me one.



And now after seeing several tantalising work in progress photos the Clanger has arrived.
He has been welcomed with open arms in to the bosom of the family.
He is a wonderful gift that is making us all rather happy.



So yes I really am a lucky girl.
Hope your summer days are feeling full of luck and fun.
Love Nora xxx

Friday, 9 August 2013

PUT A HEX ON IT.



I have many projects on the go at the moment.
Most of them have been on the go for so long they have gained a thick blanket of dust and are in danger of being rediscovered by archaeologists in 400 years time.
I seem to have lost the ability to finish any thing.
So in this situation, the best thing to do is to start something new.
At some point whilst clearing up pre and post move I came across this box of hexies.



They were part of the crafting stash of a lady called Joan, the Grandmother of my best friend at primary school, that I sort of inherited a few years ago. 
I thought it would be easy to piece them together one at a time, following no pattern or formula. 



The idea is this collection of random hexiness will be the border on a skirt. 
But at this rate I may well be so old by the time its finished the only clothing I could cope with would be a droopy, baggy old velour tracksuit.
Love Nora xxx

Sunday, 4 August 2013

H H HANCOCKS HALF HOUR
I grew up in a house hold that loved Hancocks half hour.
We would endlessly watch the re runs of them when I was little.
The Blood Donor was one of our favourites.
So imagine the glee when my father came home with this.


The "Coughs and sneezes spread diseases" song was often given a hearty rendition round our place.
Dad used to work for the DHSS, every morning he would take the train up to London and then the tube to Elephant and Castle where his offices were. 
Some time in the 1970s they were moving to new offices. Dusty shelves were cleared, forgotten cupboards emptied.
Some where a pile of these old posters were unearthed.
It was pinned up in our house for years. 
Then when we moved to a bigger house on the other side of Guildford it was lovingly taken down and packed away. 
And never put up again.
My Mum has moved several times in the last 10 or so years, each time carting the contents of the loft from one house to another without ever looking at it. 
Now she is finally sorting out the amassed detritus of our lives and long lost treasure is coming to light and being given a new lease of life.
As soon as we find the right frame this one is going back up on the wall, its too fragile now to be pinned.
What treasures have you rescued from the scrap heap of time?
Love Nora xx

Friday, 2 August 2013

THE SINGING RINGING TREE
While we were away we visited the Singing Ringing Tree, a wind powered musical sculpture high up on the moors above Burnley.



Sadly it was the wrong type of wind that day so no singing ringing.



But it was a truly majestic and magical place.



The boys had a great time doing what boys do best.



Ok I'm off to try and make sense of our spare room, you can hardly get in the door at the moment and we have family arriving tonight. Opps. If I'm not back here with in a week send out a search party.
Love Nora xxx