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Wednesday, 25 February 2015
Here I am again. It's this new fangled Blogsy thing. It's making life in the blogosphere a whole lot easier I must say.
Last week was half-term, we had a full few days indeed. Usually we like to take it slow and cosy, with a family day out or two. This time I made sure the girls and I were busy seeing friends.
At the end of the week we went on a little road trip. Just us three. All the way down to Sussex for lunch at the De La Warr pavilion in Bexhill to meet two special friends. Penelopemakes I met through blogging and Rainandroses and I met through Vanessa Cabban years back. Over time, many emails and chats later we now just chat on the phone as friends do, but who hadn't actually met up.
Afterwards we all visited the Ladybird exhibition downstairs.
It was wonderful seeing the original artwork and then at the end all of the books together (this is just a third of them).
Impossible to pick a favourite, but here's one you might recognise from Shopping with Mother.
As it was the greyest rainy day I've cheated and grabbed a blue sky picture to show you this amazing building.
After a few lovely hours Penny had to leave us and so Karen came with us to Hastings. I wanted to show the girls all the places that were special in my life, all visited while I was pregnant with Rosey and living in Brighton.
We walked the streets at dusk in the rain, intrepid explorers that we are. Once we found Mr Foyle's house we made the next stop a cosy cafe for hot choc and cake.
The only cafe that was still open and with two large red sofas couldn't have been more perfect.
Afterwards we drove Karen home and then ambled onwards to Polegate to get lost in the dark and rain trying to find our travelodge. Thank heavens for mobile phones.
The next day we met Karen on the train to mooch around Lewes and have cake and a lazy lunch too.
We found lots to see and swoon over.
All too soon our day came to an end. We took the train back having our sadness at saying goodbye overshadowed by a Masonic wife and then a very chatty, loud but friendly lady sitting next to us.
Fabulously talented Laetitia of the bloggings of mrs bertimus machine stitched this beautiful square to add to the blanket. She's my mate through this world too you know. She's funny, warm, full of joy and creates amazing stitcheries and paintings you know.
Well that brings me up to date in terms of all the good stuff.
Thank you thank you so very much each and everyone of you sending your words of wisdom and support. I really do need them you know. Still having to live together and keep sane can be hard at times. My girls are an amazing pair to have. Thank goodness they're older and so we talk and laugh, occasionally we swear in the car for therapy.
I'm still waiting for my creative inspiration to come back and I know it will, it's just biding it's time for now.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
I used the flower pattern in the book to send a few tutorial pictures to Adabea who was struggling with making flowery things. She then solved my how to blog on your ipad dilemma by telling me about the blogsy app. I'm still learning (this is my first time with it) .
Back to Hooked book.
I thought about making a ring as I love to wear a big ring.
One of my favourites is this bow garland. It makes me think of sweeties all in a row. I know my girls would love this one.
Now something very exciting for you lovely lot is that there's a chance to win a copy of the book and a bundle of crochet goodies.
Follow this link to find out more.
Now I've reviewed Hooked, I'd like to say how touched I was by your thoughtful comments. They made me feel very comforted I must say. As always I'd love to reply to each of you, but now even more than usual I'm finding it hard to get everything done that I plan. This post is later than I was supposed to write it. Life feels calmer, a new understanding has been reached, my girls are happy and I am too in so many ways.
I've been blown away by those of you here and on Instagram who talk of me inspiring you. That builds me up no end you know, but to be truthful I'm not sure how, but I believe you all the same. For the little girl who felt her face didn't fit to the woman who stopped caring if it did or didn't and just became me I feel so uplifted when I hear that I make some sort of a difference. So thankyou, it really does mean a lot.
Right I'm off to press send and hope I worked out how to do the links properly.