Sorry I’m like a bus. Nothing from me for months, then 3 blog posts in a glut!
This is a 5 mins make all from scraps. It’s a bag to keep washed cotton cleaning cloths in, under the kitchen sink. It kind of sums up my current thoughts on how I want this cottage to operate. I’ve been replacing tatty carrier bags with cotton ones I have made, over the last few months. We all know about how bad the plastic waste situation is around the world, and I’m guessing that like me most people feel overwhelmed.
I mentioned in a reply to a comment in my last blog post, the idea of LAST MAKES. This is where we actually use the fabric we have been stroking and saving for a perfect project. If you knew for instance that you could make a last bag (for example) and make it the perfect bag for you, then what is holding you back from creating it today? Why not make something you know will last a decade and that you or a recipient will love it? A LASTING MAKE! With Valentines coming up, why not make a spec…
I challenged myself to use all my sock yarn. I managed these pairs this week. There wasn’t enough yarn left for another whole pair so I started making some Leonie Morgan hexagons from all my sock scraps Slowly they are making a blanket.
There are also some charity makes such as more lined bags, a couple of dried rose peal sachets, and 9 cup mats.
My pond has some 30th Anniversary plants now. We bought 4 salvias and a lavender. The others I already had.
Apologies for the hiatus. I locked myself out of here then google complicated things by thinking I was my husband and wouldn't let me in with his identity (surprise surprise). I think because I don't have a mobile phone, it doesn't think I am a person in my own right! PAH! Anyway I am back, as myself, and still don't want one of those devices. You can't get a signal in a lot of the forest anyway, so it is useless to me.
Come for a walk with son and I in the Forest on December 10th.
It was like Narnia with the White Witch in charge.
The only touch of colour in this photo is ochre in a puddle. The monochrome made you notice little details.
A snow laden seed head. The little birds can't dig through the snow to find food.
This Robin befriended us on the walk. As a thank you for the photos, we scraped a patch of snow away so he could get to the ground for food in the soil. I wished I had had some meal worms in my pocket for him.
Steam Mills Pond.