Thursday, 21 November 2013

I recently had a very successful morning out rummaging around old market stalls.

I love old packaging, especially any to do with sewing.

When every thing was home and being given a closer inspection I noticed all the old linen I had bought had laundry marks stitched on to them.

Which made me ponder on days of yore when one could afford to have one's laundry sent out.
When I was a kid there was an amazing old laundry just round the corner from where we lived.
All year round steam would be pouring out of the ventilation grills and windows.
It closed down in the early 80's and was converted in to flats.
I used to wonder if all the posh people had become poor, or finally bought washing machines or just died off.
I now with the unromantic and analytical eye of an adult realise they were not washing the voluminous undergarments of old Dowagers but the sheets and towels of local hotels. They probably moved to one of the many industrial estates surrounding the old home town and made a splendid packet selling off their Victorian real estate in a desirable area of town.
Though secretly I hope my 10 yr. old thoughts are true.
Love Nora xxx

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

This weekend we walked on the beach, catching the sun. 
Its gone away now.
It turned in to a drift wood collecting adventure.

We weren't expecting to start a new collection.
But it just happened.

We drew the line at the huge splintery pine plank the boys wanted to bring home.
That got thrown about the beach, jumped on and launched like a rocket until it had broken in to smaller manageable pieces.

We left them on the beach to be washed back to sea. Eventually to return less splintery and huge for someone else to take home and start a collection with.
Love Nora xxxx

Sunday, 17 November 2013

I'm back.
A week late, but I am back.
Sorry I'm late with announcing the winners of the giveaway. Its been one of "those" weeks, well actually its been one of "those" fortnights. But now I'm back, somewhat frayed round the edges and with big bags under the old eyes.
All week long I kept leaving the names of those of you who entered the giveaway out hoping that the elves would come and do their thing while I slept.
No such luck.
Then I realised we are in the midst of Dinovember and I was looking for help in the wrong places.
So while the boys were out at school I wandered around the house telling every toy that would listen of my dilemma. I then left names and a camera on the bedroom floor and snuck quietly away.
And Hurrah it worked!
I'm not sure how they worked the shutter on the camera, but they are resourceful those Dinos.

First up, the roaring Jurassic park Dino, jumping bravely headfirst into an upturned monster foot  full of hopefuls with nothing but some selotape for protection.
It was ok though, there were many Batmen standing by waiting to jump to the rescue if they were needed.
And the winner of the first textile design is ......

Next up for the big jump

And the winner is....

And finally the jump for the buttons

So far things had run very smoothly.
Famous last words.

Uh oh! Somehow this Dino came out with two names on her back.

So I am going to find some extra vintage buttons and send them off to one of these lovely ladies, the other will get the original ones.
So Ladies please send me you addresses and I'll get your prizes off in the post asap.
Thank you to every one who joined in and a huge and massive thanks and round of applause to the happy troupe of Dinos who came to the rescue when I really needed a bit of help.
If you want to join in with Dinovember you can do so here.
Much Love Nora xxx

Monday, 4 November 2013

Remember my recent experiments with Suffolk puffs?
I fancied playing about with some Autumnal colours and I fancied doing something quick!

My other current project, the hexie skirt, is forever evolving in to something more complex than it was the last time I picked it up.
I used a cheapo top I bought in a high st. shop, mainly for the fact it looked comfortable and had pockets.
But after an afternoon of wearing it I realised it was missing something vital despite these two most wonderful of qualities it already possessed.
And that thing was colour, beautiful, vibrant, seasonal colour.

After rummaging in the overflowing scrap box I found a fitting selection.
But now I am thinking that this has been my downfall.

It all looks a bit too bright and lairy.
So now my quick fix has become yet another long term jobbie.
Hopefully not to long term though I just need some advice from a friend about the best way to take the colours down a little, make them slightly more muted but without loosing the autumnal feel or altering the colour of the tunic.
Don't want much do I?
I also think it could all do with a bit of hot wash to knock the stuffing and perkiness out of the little buggers.
Ho humm, one day may be I will find a quick project that will stay just that.
Love Nora xxxx  

Sunday, 3 November 2013

We have just returned from a wonderful end to the half term holidays.
A few days in Norfolk staying with the Boy's Nana and Grandad, with a side order of Aunties, Uncles and cousins thrown in for good measure.

A time of catching up, with family, with friends and with a bit of fresh air and time to think.

Nothing like the wide open skies of the flat lands to help blow away the cobwebs.

We picked apples

Chased rainbows

Caught the wishes trapped inside raindrops.

Fell in love with cheeky little girls in red coats (again!)

Splashed in puddles
(more reflections that didn't make it in to yesterday's offering)

And generally marvelled at the damp beauty to be found on a ramble up the lane.
Love Nora xxx

Saturday, 2 November 2013

I have always loved looking at reflections.
This stormy weather has left lots of puddles containing interesting universes.

Much blistery Autumnal wishes and love to you all.
Nora xxx
P.S don't forget to enter the giveaway here.