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Scrap Happy Day- August 2018

Once again linking with Kate  for Scrap Happy Day.

I think I have finally made my scrap happy hexie quilt long enough and wide enough to start thinking about borders.

King size bed, I had to close the curtains for the picture as the sun was shining onto it. Long enough?

Wide enough?

I reckon so. My plan is to make a border of blue hexies to go right round it.  I had to buy some fabric for this.

The lighter blue is a scrap as you can see, although there is a lot of it. The darker blue and yellow/ blue I bought. I have no idea how much I will need, so I bought them locally in Scarborough from rolls with a lot of fabric on them in case I need more. I really like the yellow/blue one, hope I have some left over…

The border will mostly be the darker blue with random highlights of the other two to give it a lift. The plan then is to back it onto a sheet. Winging this a bit. it’s a first for me, all hints, tips and comments really welcome.

There were some made up hexies left over. So I made  a bag decoration.

And a pin cushion.

Both of which may be gifts. The bag was bought from Hobbycraft otherwise everything else is scraps. I really like the bag, I may make more…

Now to go and see what others have made. Last month had a totally fantastic variety of scrap happiness I thought.



Knit and Natter Friday

Hurrah, the weather has cooled down, still summer, but nice. With it my energy levels have soared. I mean sky-high. Windows cleaned, drawers sorted, charity bags filled, and knitting mojo back.

Creativity is in overdrive, see what I mean.

I look for something, find it and something else appears, an idea resurfaces, so much choice,  cracking on. Happy again.

How are you? I don’t think I had any real idea how much the weather effected me. All I could do for almost a month was sleep and read. In the end I just went with the flow. Put the knitting away, and sat out the heat. Pleased to say the new wings are being knitted for the fairy, and construction may begin in the next week. The cardigan for Little Miss F has grown a bit, the second tile of the second row is being crocheted for the Eastern Jewels blanket, hexies are being sewn. And as I mentioned ideas are fermenting rather than stagnating.

Pleased to say Mr E is getting better by the day, light gardening is underway, although I expect I shall have to cut the grass this weekend.

We had a wedding anniversary (44 years).. It warranted a day in Scarborough and a meal in an Italian restaurant, which was most acceptable.

I have been jabbed, who knew the over 65s qualified for pneumonia and meningitis inoculations, I have a bruised and slightly stiff arm to prove it.

My eyes have passed their annual  scrutiny. Hurrah, no sign of the glaucoma which both my Gran and Dad had.

A walk has been arranged for September, bit nervous about leading a walk, but there will be coffee and cake in a cafe afterwards, so should go ok, don’t you think?

I have found an old book in a charity shop which is sufficiently battered and boring that I shall be able to cut it up , for a junk journal, and I have found a one day workshop in book binding to take the construction terrors away.

AND I have found someone who offers patchwork classes, to get me over the terrors of cutting fabric.

Some days I think I am a bit of a scaredy cat.

As for today, I am off to York to the British Wool festival, and I want it clearly understood that I shall buy no wool. Not even an ounce. No not even that. I know I have 15 /17/ 20/who knows projects in the pipeline, that is with pattern and yarn to the ready, so I don’t need any more yarn, not even wool. I am merely going to look and enjoy the vibe. Because I need to save my pennies as I am stopping off at Hobbycraft and the Range to pick up some bits and bobs to finish off other things, so definitely no yarn of any description, at all.

Next week looks quite nice and empty for once so lots of chance for Getting On, as my Dad used to say.

So what will you be Getting On with this weekend? Is there anything you won’t be buying? Love to know your plans?

Be back soon, totally empty handed of anything fibrous!

Be happy,



Flake-photo challenge

It’s time for the photo challenge over at Wild Daffodil

All from my archives this time.

Flaky paint on a  gate, Santorini, 2013

Flaky meringue- June 2013

Flaky wall paint and olive tree bark, Greece 2016

Do pop over to Wild Daffodil for some wonderful flakiness!


Yarn Along- August 2018

The heat has subsided here a little. So I have been able to make a start on the fifth tile of my Eastern Jewels blanket.

Heading on to the round with the double trebles round the posts of the stitches in round eleven, two rounds before. Finally it occurred to me to mark the relevant stitches as I made them rather than afterwards when it was so much harder. Doh! Sometimes I wonder at myself. Love the blanket though.

I was given this marvelous book by Rachel.

Thank you so much. It is set in WW1, is very well written and highly enjoyable. So that is me set up for the week with a book and yarn. Life is good.

Love to know what your yarny project and current read is today. Linking with Ginny  for the first time in ages, here

July Books- 2018

So July was very HOT. In the end I did what I do when we go on holiday to Greece. I read, in the shade.

Laurie Lee-A Moment of War- Being the third book in his autobiography Red Sky at Sunset. An account of the months he spent in Spain trying to fight for the Republic during the civil war. he seemed to spend a lot of time in jail under suspicion of being a spy for France, and all because he had spent a few days in Morocco on holiday and his passport had the stamps to show it. Franco was supported by Hitler who launched airstrikes on Spain from Morocco. Apparently as a try out for the Luftwaffe and the bombing campaign they subsequently launched on Britain. I don’t like war books really, but this was quite interesting , showing how ill-equipped the republicans were and how they lacked leadership, and how the powers that be didn’t really know how to utilise all the volunteers that came to help the people in the war. I ended up having to do a bit of research around the civil war to make sense of the book. If you are interested in such things then it is readable. If not , stick to Cider with Rosie and As I walked out one Midsummer’s Morning which are a delight. Talking of which( Cider with Rosie) I reckon if I read a book three times it certainly qualifies as being in my top 100 books.

Sara Gruen- Water for Elephants- Several people recommended this book to me via the blog.For that a big thank you. I would never have chosen this book myself. The cover with its woman in a green sparkly dress and the blurb on the back would have completely put me off. If I hadn’t paid £1 to reserve it I would probably not have even borrowed it. But I had and I did, and was very pleasantly surprised to discover it was really good and an enjoyable read, if you are lurking inside hiding from the sun. Thus proving that you really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

So what have we got.  A vet, living in his nursing home age 90 or is that 93, he can’t really recall remembers the days he spent in a circus. The portrayal of old age I found rather good. The memories of the circus were heart breaking in many places. Different times and different attitudes to disability and animal welfare. But the story is gripping and there is a rather nice love story too.

Thanks everyone who recommended this, you were right it was an enjoyable read.

Susan Hill- The Travelling Bag- a very good selection of  five ghostly short stories. I had already read the last one which has been published as a novella. The other four were really very good indeed. The first one would have totally freaked me out had it happened to me. The second one was sad but excellent. The third- Alice Baker was my favourite. If you like ghost stories, this book is for you . Proper old-fashioned scary tales.

Joanna Cannon- Three Things About Elsie- 1, She is Florence’s best friend. 2 She always knows what to say to make Florence feel better, 3 is harder to explain. Florence lives in what I take to be an extra care home, she has her own flat. Her friends Jack and Elsie also live there. Florence is becoming forgetful and is frightened of being asked to move to Greenbanks. A new resident arrives and Florence thinks she knows him , but he is supposed to be dead. Jack, Florence and Elsie have a mystery on their hands. I am not going to say much more. This was a really good read, the mystery kept me hooked, perfect book for those days when the heat melted my brain! Really enjoyed it, and reckon you might too. And Ms Cannon describes the book as a love story to Whitby. What more do you want?

Even these get a mention!

Tess Gerritsen- Playing with Fire- This was recommended to me by a few of you, and I loved it. A classical piece of music, a mystery story, the holocaust , Venice and a jolly good read. I found the first chapter a bit disappointing, in that the plot is set up quite quickly, but you need the background information up front. When the story moved to Venice it got better. There were a few sentences which I want to quote as they were used in the Holocaust presentation I was part of at the start of this year, and makes you think! It was a surprise to see them in context, as I hadn’t really registered where they had come from.

On board a train…….”.. imagined fields and farmlands beyond the window, small villages where lights glowed in houses and families sat at supper tables. Did they hear the faint clack of the train passing by? Did they pause, forks halfway to their mouths, and wonder about the people aboard the train? Or did they simply continue with their suppers, because what went on beyond their walls was none of their concern, and what could they do about it anyway? This train, like all those before it, would move on, so they break bread and drink wine and carry on with their lives. While we pass by like ghosts in the night”

Maya Angelou- Gather together in my name- The second book of her autobiography covering the years when she has her toddler to look after, and is only 19 when the book ends. She falls in love, runs a brothel, is a waitress,  nearly joins the army, takes drugs, becomes a prostitute, managers a cafe, her son is kidnapped. And all written beautifully. Another good read.

Marghanita Laski- Jane Austen and her world. Last week I stumbled on a Future Learn course on Jane Austen, just 3x 3hours worth, free and available till the 27 August. I couldn’t resist. It is totally fascinating. I have just started the last of the three blocks. Inspired by the course I dug out this book which I have had since 1978. I know that because I bought it through a book club when we lived in Munich. I had not read it since. It’s a super book, and has so many pictures in of family and places that Jane Austen knew. I have now found lots more books about Jane Austen to borrow from the library. The course by the way had me recalling the book Lynne recommended How to read like a Professor, in the case of Jane Austen, how she uses education and attitude to books to establish character.

Lots of lovely books this month. Have you read any good books this month that you would recommend please? Or have you read any of these? Are you a Jane Austen fan? Do tell please.

Many on Monday

Yesterday we finally had rain. The grass has greened up, the clover had stopped it from looking parched but it was good to see how well the lawn reacted to some of the wet stuff. Best of all the temperature dropped from 27 C on Saturday to 21C  on Sunday. I took some more pictures last week of the flowers currently in bloom, which I thought you might like to see.

Another rose, again scented.

Geranium one of my tubs.

Another one in a stone urn next to a fuchsia.

A stunning rose but this one is only lightly scented. The rain totally wrecked it, the petals are now on the drive, so glad I took the picture when I could.

Forget what this is but I bought it last year from a road side stall.

A lupin making a late appearance.

The wisteria has produced another late bloom.Just under the window frame!

These from round the pond.

One of the wild flowers I managed to grow.

And finally, I love this picture I took this week, one of my best, though I say it myself.

Hope you enjoyed the show!


Photo hunt- July

Joining with Kate for the photo hunt, in which the story behind the picture is important too.


The door to the Quilt show, temptation lies this way.


When I was a child we had elevenses, bang on the dot. When I was little that would be a glass of milk, but as an older child expected to help Mum with housework- groan, I was elevated to the status of Coffee, made with half milk and water boiled in the milk pan, and one biscuit, fig roll, bourbon, custard cream, squashed fly biscuit, digestives. Don’t they sound bland?   So my picture just had to be elevenses . And elevenses being truly relished. So from the archives.

Little Miss F December 2015 enjoying a warm hot chocolate for her elevenses.

Shadow- I am really not very good at taking pictures of shadows. I did try, honest.

Me trying.

Texture- when I did my creative embroidery course there was a whole section on texture. It’s a word I struggle with, or maybe a concept, that causes me problems. Everything has a texture, even the parched grass in the picture above. We had to produce a study of texture. So here is a bit of what I came up with for the course.

View- I went on a new walk round something in Dalby Forest called Jerry Noddle, so here is the view from Jerry Noddle.

My Own Choice- July was an important month for the family so I have two this month.
Baby J after the christening

and Mr E in the middle having a rummage at the vintage fair, recovering nicely from the radiotherapy.

Hope you enjoyed the selection, not too bad for somehow with heat/weather induced brain mush do you think?



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