So I made that accidental olive green skirt, and, given that the hot weather looks like persisting for a while, a few more summer skirts seemed like a good idea. I bought some more fabric (reduced, naturally), and I'm now having at it in odd moments. Deciding that,
Noel Coward was a wonderful lyricist, but he hadn't quite caught on to inclusive language. So when he wrote that "mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun", he probably didn't intend to exclude Englishwomen or, for that matter, English children... and
So on Wednesday I took a trip out to Haddenham with young Hezekiah, his mum, and his granny (wasn't expecting his granny; I thought she was going to be looking after Hezekiah's older brother, but possibly daddy was doing that as he does work from home
It's been a little while now since I developed the accidental parkin, but I've since made it a few times - deliberately, of course! - and tweaked it a bit as I've gone on. I'd say I now have the final recipe,
OK, so... you know that bead-organiser-organiser storage bag I was going to make? I normally edit my weekly Ocado order on a Tuesday (it comes on Thursday morning, and I have a thing called Ocado Reserved, which means I have a regular weekly slot and they try to predict what
When I was six years old, I discovered where meat came from. At which I was very upset and wanted to stop eating it. However, this wasn't allowed at the time, because it would have been inconvenient for the adults; and, in any case, as I've
Designing is a weird business. Sometimes the idea you have in your head just comes together with no effort; you start noodling around and it all seems to fall into place naturally. Other times, it's annoyingly difficult. The two test pieces in the feature photo are ample evidence
The thing with having enough beads to run an earring business is... you need somewhere to put them. And it is astonishing how many commercial "storage solutions" actually aren't. When I was just making stuff for myself (and friends), I didn't have many types
I was determined to get that petticoat finished in time to take it to last night's rehearsal along with the dress; and I did, even though 'twas brillig and I was still hemming madly. I do, however, have a little confession to make about that petticoat; let
I don't get it. Pink, after all, is quite a popular colour; not one I tend to go for myself (unless it's full-on film-fogging fuchsia, in which case bring it!), but you do see quite a lot of it about, and not just on infant girls
I rolled up at church yesterday and started putting food out (because we have a church lunch on the first Sunday of the month, usually, though for reasons that weren't entirely clear we didn't in May); and pretty much the first thing that happened was that
My family and friends are somewhat scattered; of course I do have quite a number of friends locally, but the Three Musketeers don't live anywhere near (and, of those three, d'Artagnan is quite likely to be out of the country at any given time - he&