‘If elephants didn’t exist, you couldn’t invent one.’*

You may recall, if you’ve been paying attention and haven’t completely tuned out during my current and ongoing blogging ‘dry spell’, that I’ve been turning my attention to tapestry of late – easy tapestry, just right for relaxing on the sofa and forgetting everything else. Hoorah for such pastimes! You may even have been wondering how it’s been coming along. Well, I’ll show you:

I know, I'm a tease. Not a single whole elephant in sight. But aren't the colours lovely?

I know, I’m a tease. Not a single whole elephant in sight. But aren’t the colours lovely?

Continue reading

Advertisements

‘Too much of anything is bad…’

‘… but too much Champagne is just right.’ If you know who said that without using a search engine or any other kind of reference material such as, dare I suggest it, a book – and without jumping to the end of this post, excitedly alert as you will undoubtedly be to the possibility of the solution indicated by the strategically-positioned asterisk – then you get a million squillion points.

Speaking of clues, here’s one about a recent creation of mine:

If you've been reading my posts in the last few months, few and far between as they've been, you should be able to guess this one.

If you’ve been reading my posts in the last few months, few and far between as they’ve been, you should be able to guess this one.

Continue reading

Bloomsbury, elephants and ice cream


Choice is a good thing, they say, and I agree. But then, they also say it’s possible to have too much of a good thing, and I think there are times when there might be something in this. Unless we’re talking about love, compassion, understanding… little things like that. Or ice cream. You can NEVER have too much ice cream, even in January, outside, when it’s raining. And who the heck are ‘they’, anyway? Continue reading

Bottoms up… hic!

So, 1 December was our 8th anniversary – 8 years since we went on our first date to what was then a charmingly weird Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park (and which has since become, as we discovered on our 5th anniversary to our distinct dismay, a ghoulish game of Santa-related sardines), got lost in the rain and ended up in a romantic clinch at a bus stop.

We are very good about anniversaries in this house but we are very good without overdoing it, which I like. OK, so we did treat ourselves to an afternoon tea at Bertram’s Brown’s, later rolling back home stuffed to the brim with deliciousness. And we exchanged cards. Oh yes, and I made this for Mark:

If you can guess what this is from this picture, you get a squillion points (unless you already know because I've told you all about it before!).

If you can guess what this is from this picture, you get a squillion points (unless you already know because I’ve told you all about it before!).

Continue reading

Hats for cats!

Bet you wondered where I’d disappeared to, didn’t you? Well, I’m not surprised. I was starting to wonder exactly that myself… Unbelievably, it’s been more or less two whole months since my last confession post. In the circumstances, the fact that I actually remembered my password to get in and write this is a minor miracle. So I guess I now need to make it worthwhile. How’s this for a start?

Don't try this at home. These hats are heavy!

Don’t try this at home. These hats are heavy!

Continue reading

Charity chapeaux

Just as I was embarking on my little crafting haitus – having found myself, though I hate to admit it, a teeny bit crafted out and, more to the point, in grave need of a holiday generally – I was asked if there was anything I could do to help prepare for a local charity’s Christmas Fair. I really am very tired indeed at the moment, and so I confess that my heart did sink slightly at this point. But then, this wasn’t just any local charity, this was North London’s Animal Aid & Advice – the charity through which we found the Feline Detectives. Plus McCready and Gilmour – the aforementioned sneaky sleuths – were about to celebrate their second birthday. Plus I’m really, really bad at saying no. So I went online and ordered myself some yarn:

Four of the seven colours I went for: Dusty Turquoise, Beet, Italian Plum and Charcoal. Looking rather lighter and brighter here than they do in real life.

Four of the seven colours I went for: Dusty Turquoise, Beet, Italian Plum and Charcoal. Looking rather lighter and brighter here than they do in real life.

Continue reading