Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A thought...a plea....

Thanks for your lovely comments.I am always so thrilled to think that anybody is particularly interested in my musings and mutterings.
On the subject of subscriptions, yes, you can save money but in doing so you are indirectly taking the sale away from your local newsagent.It's so easy to put newspaper and favourite mag in the supermarket trolley, again a lost sale for the newsagent.I am lucky eough to live in a small town with three butchers,three newsagents two greengrocers and three bakery shops.In the present mood of austerity when everyone is trying to push the bottom line. I personally feel duty bound to use those shops rather than the supermarket and will only buy what I cannot get in the market place from the local supermarket.Yes it not so convenient but it is so much more pleasant with lovely personal service and it keeps the town alive.I also use a milkman and a window cleaner and buy books in book shops not online so that I feel in some small way I am helping to keep people in jobs .Use it or lose it....karma....pay it forward ..just a thought......
Anne x

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Mollie Makes......

I have been buying Mollie Makes since it started and although it is a bit pricey at £4.99 it is a lovely source of inspiration and gorgeousness.This month I particularly love these crocheted wristlets made out of fine cotton.The pattern actually looks reasonably easy to follow. However I do think my children will think I've gone a bit 'mad Miss Havisham' if I start wearing these to school.....

Have a great week
Anne x


Saturday, January 21, 2012

Words to live by......



I bought a poster like this from Wild and Wolf and am now searching for a suitable frame.I love the sentiments and they are definitely words to live by.........
Have a great weekend
Anne x

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Happy Christmas

Where did December go? I have to confess that I am not really in a festive frame of mind.I have to start so early with the shop and school etc.I managed to miss the carol service,School Christmas lunch and the school party due to a nasty bug.I have also been in a Strictly Come dancing bubble which I have loved I have become a cougar and love to watch Harry Judd dance  with a passion.I haven't bothered with a tree apart from a very sad artificial one with coloured lights the total antithesis of what I would normally do.I feel like John's mum, Kitty. She used to keep a ready decorated one in the wardrobe and bring it out every year and plonk it on the coffee table in the window.She'd fill a bowl with satsumas,dust off the Baileys and the Cherry brandy which also lived in the wardrobe and declare it to be Christmas.She was,however, an amazing cook and her roast dinners were fabulous but I guess at sixty eight she had had enough so she was happy with her instant Christmas and a spot of horse racing on Boxing Day and her picture of the Pope. So I am not really in the mood but I am spending the day with all the family and will raise a glass to Kitty, sadly missed but never forgotten and count my blessings...
Have a wonderful day with your people and enjoy every moment as if it's your last.
Happy Christmas one and all.Will be back in the New Year...
Anne x

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Things I am loving right now.....

 

I love these knitted beauties from
How lovely they are.I really want some rosy wristlettes..........and a tutu....
Love this slightly demented looking rabbit from
Also loving the simple idea of a granny stocking from the Royal sisters and the rosy rings....
Some great ideas as to how you can recycle those granny doilies.....
Love this shelf edging......

and this gorgeous feltie wreath...

Cath bedding .....so pretty..
Have a fabulous week.Off to watch Strictly.......Come on Harry .......
Anne x

Friday, November 11, 2011

11/11/11

 In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow


Between the crosses, row on row,


That mark our place; and in the sky


The larks, still bravely singing, fly


Scarce heard amid the guns below.



We are the Dead. Short days ago


We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,


Loved and were loved, and now we lie


In Flanders fields.



Take up our quarrel with the foe:


To you from failing hands we throw


The torch; be yours to hold it high.


If ye break faith with us who die


We shall not sleep, though poppies grow


In Flanders fields.