The last Saturday in February, sitting on the sofa with the sun streaming in through the window, stitching a quilt for a princess . . .. . . listening to her dulcet tones as she rehea...
Now I am very conscious that you have all been sitting on the edge of your seats anxiously waiting for the big prize draw - and that I have been very tardy about conducting the event, my only excuse ...
I think that we are all in need in a bit of cheer on a cold weekend so here at last is my long-promised giveaway.As I told you it is one of a stitchy nature, just the thing to keep your shivering fin...
I was young once, although it seems an awfully long time ago, young and foolish too (I can feel an Andrew Aguecheek moment coming on but for the sake of all I will smother it quickly).But I am not su...
Did you have a reading corner when you were at school?A quiet little corner of the classroom with a shelf full of interesting books, and somewhere to sit.And were you allowed to sit there at break ti...
The new year is traditionally a time to take stock of the past and make all sorts of worthy resolutions for the future, but I am never very good at worthy resolutions, so this year we plumped for som...
In her element . . .I am somehow reminded of happy hours reading about this little character . . .I think this Little Stranger has just as much potential for mischief . . .
On Fridays Soulemama always posts a very beautiful picture from her week, under the heading This Moment, and encourages bloggers everywhere to join in. It is a lovely idea to encourage everyone to st...
I know that really washing day should be Monday (the reason being that you can dine off the cold cuts from Sunday as the home fires will be heating up the water and all hands on the laundry, and also...
January is on its last legs, thank goodness, and although the thought of February does not exactly fill me with untrammelled glee, I am beginning to be of the opinion that Emma and Mrs Thrifty are ri...
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the first time that she has seen the cold light of dawn from an upstairs window for many weeks, and the cold light of dawn is one of her favou...
Travelling hopefully towards Christmas as the third Sunday in Advent arrives I feel the memories of Christmas past rising up to greet me, and this rolling out of the carpet of seasonal memories is on...
I am running a little behind this week (Its only Monday, you say. But this is what is left over from last week, I respond, a touch plaintively.) and so I am still on the second Sunday in Advent, paus...
I told you that I would find an unsuspecting rustic to pick out the lucky winners of Amys patterns, and luckily the Ploughboy bought three home for the weekend so I was able to buttonhole the nearest...
[If you were looking for the giveaway, you will find it here.]No reason to be crabbyI am showing my age when I say that Reasons to be Cheerful by Ian Dury is part of my cultural hinterland, but when ...
As some of you might recall, my handmade Christmas looked like it was about to hit the buffers with a resounding crash when my hand decided to give up the ghost and go into retirement just as I was a...
I am quite taken with the concept of the pop-up shop (little one-off shops that pop up in obscure locations and exist for only a very short time). I went to two last weekend - both quite different bu...
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? Yes, it is the seasonal light show flashing on and off in a street near you. The countdown has truly begun, the days roll on apace, and time snaps a...
First of all she says thank you, thank you most kindly, and curtsies awkwardly. Quite, quite touched, I am sure, and positively overwhelmed by all the kind thoughts.And now she will set you some home...
A sunny day and all seems calm - but lo, a cloud on yonder horizon . . .Two women sit either side of a small, white table. The conversation is quietly rational.So what have you been doing to your han...
Theres nothing like a sunny day in November to lift the heart and after too many days of grey, grim, lowering skies, it seems particularly precious.And the loveliness of the light impelled me to take...
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