Yarn, Yorkshire and All Manner of Wonderful Things!

Claire very kindly sent me and Mr E some lovely happy mail this week.

This is my mug rug and this

one is for Mr E. Claire is so very kind and we loved our happy mail thank you.

I had another look at my Sawdust heart this week. I am still not sure.

I am happy with the lettering now, it can be read, but what about those sequins. Keep or loose? Thoughts please?

The back I sealed down with a row of sequins too, in homage to the original sawdust hearts which had a lot of sequins on them.

Somehow I have to attach my number to the back too as it is covered up , under the cover.

More information on the Sawdust Hearts project can be found here

After my action packed week last week, things have been quieter this . Some cleaning and gardening has been squeezed in and there has been time for knitting.

I tidied our bedroom this week and tried to put some leftover yarn into my pine chest. Opening said chest I found another bag of yarn with patterns for at least three projects, that’s in addition to two bags lying on the floor and a couple stashed away in the guest room wardrobe. I simply have to find more time in which to knit, so I can tidy, dust and hoover.

The thing I decided was to stick to finishing one project at a time. So, I cast off the asymmetrical Sunday scarf, that with the two line pattern which I may not divulge under any circumstances, the pattern says so.  It reads

” This design is protected by copyright. Reproduction in whole or part is STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. Nor may the design be knitted and used for monetary gain.” So that is telling me.

It’s two lines long for goodness sake, and I reckon a lot of you could figure it out all by yourselves. It seems a bit OTT to me. Anyway should you be interested it came from the Leeds wool festival and from the stall by this shop, kit details here

Impossible to photo really but super snuggly and I am set for Autumn. It was perfect knitting when I couldn’t concentrate on any other project.

Talking of concentrating, both the crochet tiles blanket and the cardigan I am making for Little Miss F both require thought. So my thinking ran finish one then do the next , so on with the cardigan.  Two fronts and the back done, onto the sleeves, yikes they are both lacy, double yikes after the first 16 rows, pattern reads these 16 rows set the pattern , increase in third and every following fourth row. BUT, I have to figure out all by myself where to put the new bits of lacy pattern into the increases. Oh My.

Which is all very well and good if I can really think. Which after about 5pm I can’t. Cue another knitting project for evening/tv knitting. This one is relatively straight forward but I bet you can’t guess what I am knitting.

Go on , give it a go.

So what are your plans for the weekend. Anyone doing anything exciting? I am saving myself up for a super duper double exciting day on the 26 May. It is so exciting , I am getting goose bumps thinking about it. Not chancing fate by saying what exactly, but oh my.

What are the creative plans? I hope to finish this sleeve, and maybe make a start on the next.

Whatever you do, stay safe and Be Happy,





I mentioned having become hooked on You Tube videos of people making junk journals. It seems such a good idea to use up scraps of lace, bits of paper, glue, tape, and bits and bobs. One thing I have from my various craft hobbies over the years is bit and bobs. Time to have a go myself, and where better to show you my laughable efforts than here in Scrap Happy. After all I was using scraps and I did enjoy it very much indeed, so I am happy. And you will have a good laugh.

Do you sense a rider coming up, well several riders.

1 To have something look gorgeous is not as easy as it looks.

2 People who do You Tubes are very good at what they do. They sell the finished product for oodles of money.

3 My definition of junk is clearly not the same as others, considerable sums of money are spent on buying in the gorgeousness.

4 Some have clearly spent even more readies on craft materials and equipment than I have.

5 Some journals are real works of art, space for writing anything is not huge, or logical, but they do look fabulous.

So I decided to put all that behind me. I aspired to make a journal out of genuine junk , so that I can write stuff down. Now some junk journalists buy old books and pull them to bits. I don’t know that I will ever be able to pull a book to bits, it goes against my nature, maybe I will be able to do this one day. That way they start with a good cover and paper.

Some demonstrate that you can achieve lovely books with cereal packets. I had the inside piece of card from Mr E’s shirt. I cut it and painted it.

This is my learning junk journal so won’t have many signature pages ( Inside pages to the uninitiated) . I had tried printing out some photos of myself and my brother on the computer.  Now we only have a black and white printer so that rules out all sorts of things. They didn’t look good, so were now junk.

I decided to paint the reverse side.

Mistake one- do not rest page you are working on, on some wet paint underneath. You will get a mess.

Mistake two- don’t try to clean it off with a piece of tissue, you will make a bigger mess, but you can stick something over it. In this case a pressed flower.

That’s the reverse side I was painting on and when I had made the mess I decided that this would be part of a learning journal. I quite like the page on the right though.

I am a less is more kind of person ( laziness?) , but junk journalling is a more is best kind of craft.

Moving on I wondered if you could buy a something and make life a bit easier by only having pages to decorate. June is Go Wild month. Last year I kept notes but they were just in a notebook I have for jotting things down in, you know ,books to read, knitting patterns to try, places to go, to do lists. I thought wouldn’t it be nice to have something just for Go Wild.

Off to Hobbycraft where I bought a book, no idea what it’s for, maybe scrap booking.

Anyway I covered it.

I even managed to cut a place to get the ribbon through my paper. I am naturally pretty bad at this sort of thing, why did I think it was a good idea? The book cost about £4 but the rest of stuff is genuinely bits and bobs that have been languishing in a box, well for yonks plus ages.

Inside. Now I recall when doing my City and Guilds Course on Creative Embroidery , and having to keep sketchbooks, clippings books etc being told to get something, anything on page one or you would be stuck forever. I’ve not got there yet but.

I think these two bits may feature, again, stuff I have had for rather a long time, therefore junk, certainly I can see my children just chucking the contents of my box in a skip. ( I still have not got over my brother hurling out all my Mum’s calligraphy leftovers, although maybe I should be grateful). But to someone else’s eyes,  my stuff -its junk.

And then I had a close encounter with a blackbird, so I decided to just write something about that, and I had page two, and then I found a picture of bluebells so I had page three too.

And the whole thing seems less daunting. I think it’s a question of go for it and see what happens.

Finally I saw a You Tube, yes that again, on what to do with those pesky labels you cut out of clothes. I do tend to hang onto them too, they have nice designs and ribbons. You cover them with something pretty.

I have pretty  paper

I can do that. Mistake three- you can see the writing on the card through the lined file paper I thought would be good for the back. I shall have to redo them.

But washy tape and a bit of an old card from something works well, and you can tie them or just use a paper clip.

So that’s how far I have got.

My aim now is to keep practising , at some point I have to make the shirt card into an actual book.

To keep working on the Go Wild journal.

Eventually I would like to make something from all the pieces of paper my Dad and Mum saved that I can’t bear to part with. I even found a Latin exercise book of my Dad’s. He had torn out most of his work, but in the middle was a page of latin adverbs. I must use that.

I don’t want to spend a fortune on this, I would like to use up the various leftover (scrap) materials I have. Maybe one day I can destroy and reuse a book , but I am not there yet.

Have you tried making journals? If so what are your top tips?

Please have a look at the other Scrap Happy posts over at Kate’s



Hello and how is everyone? Here in the UK have had a week of sunshine and haven’t most of us just loved it. I do get a touch of hay fever from the oil seed rape fields, but nothing which gets me down. And I am sorry if you didn’t get the sunshine.

Chez Nana’s has been busy,  We had visitors.

Mr J and Baby J.

The Tour de Yorkshire whizzed through town.

We did sitting in the garden.

Mrs M and Baby J, who I was gratified to see likes the fabric ball his Nana made.

There was afternoon tea at Betty’s in York, actually we had it for lunch.

Sorry about the photo. The scones were amazing, one was lemon flavoured and the other rose and they were delicious, and of course we had the jam/cream first debate. I am jam first , Mrs M is cream first! She says you can get more on that way, I think I could get more on my way.

Tuesday was quite a quiet day and then on Wednesday, I went to Leeds in pursuit of my family history research. I had found the burial site of my 3x Gt Grandparents. There was no headstone, maybe there never was or maybe it fell over and lies under the soil. The cemetery is now full and maintained by volunteers. Alun, chair of the volunteers kindly found and showed me where the plot is. It was a moving visit. This branch of the family worked in the woollen mills and oh how hard life must have been. The plot actually has four people there, their eldest daughter Sophie was 28 when she passed and their grandson aged 7 months, who was the younger brother of my 2x Gt Grandmother.

Afterwards I had explored a little.

The bluebells have been allowed to spread, and my aren’t they lovely. The cemetery is quite a fascinating place, I may write a separate post about it. To finish I popped into the museum opposite and availed myself of their facilities and also had a cup of coffee in their cafe.

And yesterday I went and collected my new little beauty.

There has been some knitting. Both fronts on the cardigan for Little Miss F are done and I have stared the sleeve. The Sunday scarf is now in its final stages. I have knitted my way from a cast on of 3 stitches to 130 stitches for the cast off. I should have a finish to share next week .

Later this morning I am meeting friends for coffee, we were at school together, and the cafe we meet in displays an old school photo on the wall. I expect we will have changed a little!

The weekend weather promises to be ok, I may get out in the garden, I may even clean a tad, we most probably will take Beauty for a spin, and there most certainly will be yarn.

So did you have a good week, do you have any plans for the weekend. Do tell. And please join in with the natter.

Take care and Be Happy,












And Happy Bank Holiday weekend , everyone. For once we seem set for some decent weather for the holiday weekend. In British terms this means , it won’t rain, or hail , or snow and for at least ten minutes a watery sun may appear. In this time garden furniture will be set out and the BBQ lit! And we will say what a glorious weekend it was. Us Brits know how to make the most of sunshine.

Here in Yorkshire, we have a cycling event, born out of the Tour de France which  several years ago started here, we now have the Tour de Yorkshire. This will pass my way on Saturday afternoon.

The bunting is out.

Not just any bunting, Just any bunting would not be mentioned in a Knit and Natter post, no these are knitted cycling tops.

Aren’t they just so cute? I didn’t knit any, but I do admire those that did.

It’s been a busy week here what with one thing and another. The crochet jewel blanket had a few more rows added, the knitted scarf took a back step and I finished the left front  and nearly all the right front of Little Miss F’s  newest cardigan. All of which you have seen many times. So I thought I would share some rather nice knitting books that have come my way.

Now this one came from a book shop in Whitby. My DIL spotted it, and said I must go in and look at it. Well I did and out it came with me. The patterns are just adorable.

Here’s one

Now all I need is a new baby girl to knit for, as the patterns really are only for babies.

Last week I made mention of naughty Amazon who tempted me with knitting books to which I succumbed like a nitwit. They arrived.

Are they not amazing. Here’s an inside picture of one.

Now do you think I know a little girl who thinks her Nana can make anything might like one for her birthday in the Autumn? Or maybe she would prefer

A suitably Halloween creation? How about this person?

Fabulous or what?

I don’t think it is any wonder I fell for these three books. So I was wondering whether you had fallen for a book recently, knitting or otherwise that you just had to have, do tell, and do please feel free to leave a link if you posted about it.

Right I need to get on a bit, middle son and family coming for the weekend, well three of them are plus dog. Hurrah. Floors to be washed, food bought and lawns cut! Then cuddles for me.

Have a wonderful weekend,

Be Happy,





I take a lot of flower pictures  so the question was how to come up with something worthy of meeting a photo challenge. I have two to share, both taken this month.

My first was taken in Whitby. I love the unusual plant tub!

Rather suitable for a fishing port. My second is personal.

Flowers to remember dear Dad’s birthday.

Please check out Wild Daffodil for some more beautiful flowers.

April Books

Not surprising at all really that I have only read two books this month.

Kate Chopin- The Awakening- Recognised now as an early feminist novel , according to the blurb on the back. Not sure I agree, unless you only focus on sexuality and desire. It was published in 1899, and is set in New Orleans. Edna is the daughter of a plantation owner, wife of a financier and has two small boys. The family holidays one summer at Grand Isle. Here she learns to swim and begins to fall for an engaging young man Robert, who by all account has worked his charms on most of the married ladies. However Robert is attracted to Edna and realising things can not go further takes himself off to Mexico. The family returns home and Edna begins to paint. She stops doing her ” at homes”.  The children go to stay with their grandparents on the plantation and her husband goes to New York, to wheel and deal. Edna spends a great deal of time with a well-known “rake”, before moving out of the family home and into the “pigeon-house”.  Robert returns to town and both realise their attraction to each other. Robert being a gentleman removes himself and Edna returns to the Grand Isle, where the book ends. I won’t say exactly how.

Now I will be up front here. this book took me a fortnight to read, which is not like me. Mostly a couple of pages a  night and in hospital corridors where I did a lot of hanging about. Not the best way to read a book. I was disappointed. Sometimes I wonder if critics have read any of the classics like Jane Eyre or Middlemarch. Plenty of repressed sensuality there! I know others have read this book already, and some for A levels. What did you make of it? It’s certainly not the revolutionary tract on feminism I was expecting. I really thought Edna was going plough her own furrow with her own house and her painting, but no.

Melvyn Bragg- The Soldier’s Return- I was drawn to this book, partly because of the Sawdust hearts which admittedly are WW1, and the return in this book is from WW2, but the war in Burma against the Japanese, which is where my own Dad was.  Sam returns home to Cumbria, somewhat traumatized in 1946, to find the euphoria and bunting from VE day has long since gone and post war austerity with rationing and housing/ unemployment problems besetting his little family. His wife and son who is now 6 years are close to each other and to the other people in the lodging house they now live. Sam feels very much an outsider and a stranger to his family. His son is frightened of him and does not like being evicted from his Mum’s bed. Sam considers him a Mummy’s Boy.

The book is well written and the descriptions of post war life in a rural/ small town setting  believable. I especially liked the chapter with the town carnival which Sam and family throw themselves into. Then Sam attends a reunion in which one of his comrades waxes lyrical about Australia. Sam feels very hemmed in after the war and decides to go. His wife however wants to stay in the town where she feels safe.

I won’t spoil the ending, it was quite satisfactory. You do find out in one chapter what Sam and his comrades witnessed and it is extremely shocking. My Dad wrote an account of his time in India nad Burma and I am pleased that he did not have such a horrific experience.

I enjoyed the book, both for its personal link to my Dad, the descriptions of Cumbria, I love that people collected rose hips and the like and could actually sell them, the reality of the promised land fit for heroes and the austerity and poverty of the post war years. I am a fifties baby boomer, and I can recall bomb sites when we visited my Grandad in Liverpool, and how carefully Mum eeked out some food stuffs. A good read.

So what next? These two.

Have you read any good books this month? Love to know.




I found this months hunt rather hard and raided my archive for the majority of them, however they each have a story to tell. Let’s go.

Swirl– these bracken fronds  open up with such a swirl to start the Spring. Taken yesterday morning in the rain. They grow round our pond.


Rock– well there is only one Rock- the infamous Alcatraz, picture taken on our holiday to San Fransisco, in 2012.

Wood– this one taken from my big adventure in a hot air balloon in 2014. I just love the textures of the canopy.

Letter– this still makes me laugh. The knitting needle bag my son gave me.

Balance– Mr J on a walk near the North York Moors railway.

My own choice, my dear Dad at his last proper birthday celebration, April 2013. Miss you Dad.

Linking with Kate’s photo hunt. 

Please go and visit and see how much better everyone else managed.

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