I’ve got an exclamation mark and I’m not afraid to use it!

Well. It seems as if the Department of Education have a little too much time on their hands, and it’s nice to see that they’ve obviously solved the more pressing issues of recruitment and retention, overwork and decline in pupil wellbeing, because they can now tackle the exclamation mark. Apparently these little bad boys of…

Why sewing machines are essential…

I’ve just spent the morning with a group of lovely ladies who fed me cake. Yep. It’s a great deal when you can swap some skills for actual tea and cake and something to be advised I’m sure medicinally. They wanted a sewing machine trial -a play about and learn some basics before cracking on…

Hearty-Hearts…

Originally posted on The Other Mrs Beaton:
Yep mush-head continued and I finished the hearts bunting that I started when Hattie was born…Looks pretty cool and when I get my butt in gear, and decorate a nursery (which probably requires a house move and whole lot of other to do lists first) they are going…

I’ve lost the ability to choose a book…

I’m not quite sure when this happened. It’s taken me by surprise. I’ve actually lost the ability to choose a book. And I’m a proud geek, libraries are my natural environment and I get twitchy at the thought of ever purchasing a Kindle. I was by myself (win No. 1) at Stansted Airport (win No.2)…

A Crocodile, a Salmon & 1970’s Cucumber.

If you hang out more regularly on my Facebook page (it’s a daily quickie, who doesn’t need that?) then you’ll see this bit of of loveliness that I fooled around with over Christmas. Yep, I’m in love this year with texture and one of my aims (aside from trying to work out how I have…

New beginnings, out with the old (respectfully) x

The eagle-eyed among you may have noticed that I’m writing from a different place (no, really, not just metaphysically) than my previous blog. Just before Christmas, the time came to find a platform that fitted what I wanted to do, and focus on both the words and bright, shiny images with equal weight. So, here…

Why New Year’s diets can kiss my turkey-butt

Screw you diets. Bugger off scales. And hello big, sexy pants, warm vests, brandy butter and goose fat. My princess hair is big, grey and messy and any suggestion that it should be otherwise can do one.

The Curse of Black Friday.

I just can’t do it. Well, I could, but then hours of time and love and energy would be rendered pointless. And how much do I have to give? For many crafters and artisans, Black Friday, Pink Tuesday and whatever the hell other ‘cut-your-prices-and-take-my-soul’ days are difficult. Heartbreaking. You want to shift some stock before…

Changing Status: When do I stop being Red, White and Blue?

I was struck by a tricky modern dilemma this morning. My Facebook friends (thankfully many of whom are real life people who I can actually talk to, you know, face-to-face) started changing their profile pictures. Back. Within hours of the terrible events in Paris, Facebook profiles and Twitter accounts started turning red, white and blue….