Sunday, 21 October 2012

Ever Sew Crafty

Sarah Moore that is! 
Early start yesterday ~ train to catch. 
Once in London I route marched from Charing Cross to Liberty in record time, on a mission to capture some morning shots of Nicky Tibbles, Wild at Heart flowers.
There, at the main entrance on Great Marlborough Street. they shine against the black tudor timber.
Just enough time for a twirl around inside, so many lovely things in the Stationery Department at the moment, aaarrrghhhhh!
Yes I did!
Ayway, enough! 
The real reason for my trip was to join Sarah Moore for her masterclass at the Liberty Sewing School. You may be thinking, Sarah Moore? sounds familiar, and you'd be right! 
Country Living magazine have a new "simple makes" series featuring Sarah's lovely projects.
 and she is also the author of 
 Homemade Gifts Vintage Style
...so a glorious day ensued. 
I do so admire generosity and Sarah has it in spades. 
Vintage wallpapers, pretty buttons, bindings, antique velvet, welsh wool blankets spilled forth from baskets and crates and we could help ourselves!
First up, a patchwork noticeboard ~ Oh my pie all those gorgeous hexagons, Sarah was so encouraging and we all made really pretty boards. I was just so excited to be allowed free access to Sarah's stash of goodies. After lunch a strawberry pin-cushion made from a vintage velvet curtain, corsages made from love worn blankets and antique fabrics....
 My corsage turned into a rosette....couldn't resist the blanket fringe!
 And to finish? We wrapped soaps in vintage papers, so simple and so gorgeous...look out Christmas!
  I heartily recommend Sarah's book and her Country Living series. I found her easy, relaxed confidence both refreshing and inspirational, I will be buying her book as a gift and as a go-to resource for lovely vintage inspired projects.

Happy weekend to you all, can't wait to hear about what you are making in readiness for the Jolly Season!
Sarah
-x-

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Portrait of a lady...

....and a Sketch of some Bloggers!

So, deep breath, been a little busy around here! Finally I am sitting down to write this post. seems an age...
Last week saw two visits to the Smoke, I know! I don't budge from this hill for weeks and all of a sudden I am up and at 'em. I had very good cause.

First that mention of Sketch...I was delighted to be asked to a Bloggers Tea in London at the aforementioned Sketch by Laura at Happy Homemaker UK. She has written a great piece about the event here.

Sketch was an inspired venue - it has recently undergone an eleven million pound makeover - yikes! There are four restaurants. Our tea was held in THE GLADE
Glade by night
The Glade at sketch

The Glade at sketch has been transformed into an enchanted fairy tale forest, in the heart of
central London. Inspired by a single image from an early 20th century communion card,
artists Carolyn Quartermaine and Didier Mahieu have created a decoupage forest in a room
where everything has been handmade and tailored to the space. Internationally renowned
for their installations and design work, Quartermaine and Mahieu have a long history with
sketch and a strong friendship with its founder Mourad Mazouz.
The collaboration evolved from the communion card belonging to Mahieu’s grandmother
which depicts a Glade like scene, and is itself hung discreetly in the room at sketch. The card
was repainted, reversed and enlarged before being printed onto hundreds of metres of
paper. Each piece of paper was then handcut and decoupaged to the walls by a team of
artists, designers and sketch staff, creating one of the first rooms of this kind in London.
The room is the latest transformation at sketch, a venue that remains ever true to its integrity
as a place that is always changing and evolving, and where nothing stays the same.
Glade by night
So, here we were served high tea. We being, from left to right:
Robynne (Robynne's nest), Liz (The Snowdrop Project), Louise (Love and Lilac), Selena (Oh The Places We Will Go), Belinda (Wild Acre), Laura (Happy Homemaker UK), Sarah and Little ( Modern Country Style), Charlotte (Cottage in Totteridge), Becky (As a Yank in Yorkshire), Gesci (Peach and Thistle). What's that? Where am I? Oh well you know, fashionably late and therefore not able to make the photo-call, phew, that was close!

Do you know, I really enjoyed meeting all these fellow bloggers. Much chattering and laughter, inspirational stories and lives, warmth filling the fairytale room, all good as they say! Everyone has written about our "meet-cute" (Get that one Laura?)so it's worth clicking over to their blogs for more insights.
My heartfelt thanks to all for making the trip and especially to Laura whose sterling work it all was -x-
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As for the Lady I referred to in my title ~ not Henry James "Lady" but Ibsen's Hedda.
Although I reference the two, as for me they are both free spirited women living with the consequences of their choices.
I went to The Old Vic with another gang of brilliant women. Love this Theatre, the conservation work has really paid off it looks magnificent. Read about the history of the theatre here.
The staging is really good, the set is gorgeous all Gustavian in sensibility and with very clever use of an internal room made entirely of glass walls, used to excellent dramatic effect. The music score is also very evocative.All in all, a thumbs up from me. I wasn't sure if Sheridan Smith would portray the venomous side of Hedda to its full effect but I confess she did pull it off. My clever friend Virginia, pointed out having seen Rebecca Hall as Sylvia in Parade's End, she would make an excellent Hedda....food for thought Mr.Spacey?
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That's probably more than enough from me!
Having reflected on last week I note that it is a real privilege to be surrounded by so many brilliant women both real and fictitious...and just in case you were worried that I am becoming too high-brow I'm off to clear out the cowshed, Moo!

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Happiness

Being enthusiastically greeted by a smiling labrador. 
Like the prodigal returning, like a hero, tail waving furiously with unabated joy...when in fact, you have only been separated for an hour...
Happiness indeed
-x-

Monday, 1 October 2012

Jammy


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I have been scouring the field margins, searching for juicy fat blackberries. It seems juicy fat ones are in short supply, or perhaps I am too late? I waited for the rains to "plumpen" them.
I find berries stewing on the stove the most aromatic and sweet occupation, it soothes.
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backyard blackberries by hannah * honey & jam, via Flickr
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Pouring over cookbooks, divining the best use for my black autumn jewels...remembering blackberry slump a hot stew of sweet berries dolloped with mascarpone and topped with a  lemon spiked scone mixture. Sarah Raven has paired down version (minus the scone topping) in her garden cookbook, baked blackberries and mascarpone, as demonstrated by Rose Gray at Sarah's cookery school.

I must confess I then began craving some warm jam and went off on an internet guided tour of recipe research. I am so glad I did as I stumbled upon Juls' kitchen and the joy that is September Jam, oh how the name appeals to me and Jul's description of the grape harvest in Tuscany is a delight.
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And so September Jam perfectly solves the dilemma of too few blackberries, I shall be throwing in some grapes and other berries as she directs...and I don't begrudge the shortage if these chaps are having their fill!
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All of which brings me neatly round to a rather serendipitous find in the cow-shed yesterday afternoon. Whilst the Faraways were here we rootled out a big old baggage stuffed with what I believed to be Little Brother Faraway treasures...photographs, etchings, games and the like. Sure enough we found lots to giggle over and the memories of a shared childhood swirled around us like paper streamers, tickling us and awakening long forgotten things.
Yesterday Mr. Lane and I began our Autumn clear up. We began to move things back into the Cow-Shed, I tripped over the baggage, quietly cursing it. Bending down to move it out of the way I realised we hadn't quite emptied it. I pulled out a long forgotten box of ink kisses, written onto cards given to me throughout my childhood, carefully squirreled away by little Lane girl.
All the Leap Birthday's were there, carefully stored, all the beautifully illustrated cards given to me by my parents...and the special kisses, the cards sent just because I needed a little encouragement or love. My heart raced as I looked in wonder at each card...
"Is it here?"
...Oh my goodness here...safely stored at the very bottom of the pile...
HERE IT IS!

I have been remembering this card, visualising all the detail, the colour...pinks, mulberry, green and a pop of yellow. When we were in Devon a couple of weeks ago I took this photo...
..and in my minds eye I was thinking of a much loved card, long since lost, sent to a little girl by her Granny when she was eight years old to comfort her as she had suffered a very great sadness.

Kneeling on the floor of the cow-shed, starry eyed, she smiled just as she had back then. 

My childhood was illustrated by Arthur Rackham, Earnest Shepherd, Racey Helps, Beatrix Potter and Beshlie.
Being a noticer, every night I would gaze at my pictures, at the tiniest details and drift off into sleep in the company of woodland animals and fairytale characters. 
This was my favourite, Romany Wood by Beshlie.(There is a great archive of her work here )

And so, once again, comforted by a card sent more than 30 years ago...clever Granny perfect timing.

So here we are in October! "White Rabbbits" everyone, and "Hello" to you all.

Sarah 
-x-

The Hare and the Tortoise by Arthur Rackham
Slowly does it very time!

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Stair-rods

I am someone who likes it when the weather reflects my mood.
When Boodle and I strode out early this morning I was longing to feel the icy cool rain drops running down my face...very suitable. They've gone you see?
I walked straight into it, the rain. Magpie gave me her love-worn old Barbour, a full length one, she said I needed it more than her...(Always right!) As I walked I caught sight of myself and wondered where she ended and I started...hard to tell.
Very weird here without...the rooms seem strangely unpopulated.
Also very suitable that the roses in their bedroom have dropped and shed almost all their petals.
I keep finding myself standing alone in an empty room and feeling rather startled by it!
silence I become without you; words I don't say
filling up my throat.
 ...meanwhile in the kitchen...jolly flowers and berries shoved in a bucket and my new Cath Kidston camera strap...
 Mr Lane says we are safe up here on our hill...from the lashing of the elements. Like Noah and co.
 I am waiting for him to come home so that he can tell me again...

-x-

Friday, 21 September 2012

Drinking in the morning sun...the last shadow puppets...

It follows that after long absence the heart grows fonder. My heart is, therefore, brimming with JOY...soon to ache, but not yet, not today.
Three weeks with the "Faraways"! Yes ~ at last here at the Lane and there, in Devon. 
Devon, land of milk and honey...home to the Magpie and my forefathers.
(Brixham fishermen no less!)
Perhaps it's my imagination but the whole time has been bathed in the loveliest autumnal glow, as though the embellishment my memory will give these golden days is real! Except it is even lovelier than I could have ever dreamed...

The light has been the thing...shadows dancing, detailed silhouettes so eloquent and subtle.
We have spent a fair few hours in the company of the 10th and 11th Doctors, along with Rose, Donna and Amy. 
Much intrigue...Sonic scewdriver scans confirming our suspicions of alien life forms and other mysteries...
we have climbed and explored until the daylight beat us...
and the shadows and the footprints disappear until morning...
 
 And so I have been soaking up the sparkles ~ taking in the tiniest details, holding my breath to catch the moment. 
Marvelling at the "Littles", they find the magic in everything, and I hold on to their coat tails grinning with them at each new wonderment knowing soon these memories will be like quicksilver running through my fingers...

 ...like the deserts miss the rain...

 -x-

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Borderline

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between the sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
~ Tove Jansson
So, Autumn, you slipped in quietly, hot on the heels of late summer.
We are in the middle of cutting hay ~ smells heavenly. The evenings are cooler.
My Faraways are about to cross many, many borders...winging their way here across continents towards The Lane!
I might never stop hugging them....

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