There are a selection of cushions embroidered with some of my favorite beasts, all made from recycled woolen blankets that have been washed at 90 degrees. I will be adding some more work over the next fortnight.
And now all orders will now be sent out with my new rubber stamped label!
Ok two weeks in and we are tired! It’s a symptom of January, and possibly February; rather than feeling invigorated by a New Year full of promise we just want to wake up when Spring arrives.
However the reason for this post was not to illustrate ‘Daughter Sleeping Under The Blanket of Calm’ but to show you the most marvelous curtains that I found recently in Emmaus (I do occasionally shop elsewhere but not often and never first). They are currently draped over the back of a chair that is in dire need of upholstery and general maintenance. The fabric is ‘Armada’ designed for Heals by Nicola Wood,1965, printed cotton barkcloth all blues, greys and yellow ochre, very lovely. I am thinking about using some to make this dress merchantandmills.com but for now am happy to leave them on the back of the chair.
I can’t remember the exact year but around 1982 I stayed with my mum, brother, cousin, uncle and aunt in a house on the South Downs in East Sussex. On top of the Seven Sisters over looking the English Channel, surrounded by beautiful countryside and a short walk from Belle Tout lighthouse we spent a week house sitting and looking after the resident cats. I think it was eight cats in total but there may have been more, all with different personalities and needs to match. But the best thing, the most exciting and unusual thing, happened after dark when a family of Badgers would visit the garden, eat some peanuts, drink some water, play and then leave. Up to five or six badgers, every evening without fail would drop by at around 10pm while we sat in the kitchen with the lights off and watched through the French Doors as they rolled around the lawn playing with each other, for up to an hour and then leave.
A sunny day in Cambridge, we walked along Queen’s Road turned onto Silver Street over the Cam, a quick look at Mathematical Bridge, Trumpington Street past Pembroke College, home to a magnificent library and onto The Fitzwilliam Museumto see A world of private mystery: John Craxton. The paintings of John Craxton are wonderful, making us want to leave damp Cambridgeshire immediately and settle in Crete with black cats, mountain goats, beautiful goat herders and olive groves.
John Craxton, Landscape with Derelict Windmill, 1958, Private Collection.
From there we ambled along to King’s Parade past the Corpus Clock , dropping into Nomads to try out the Singing Bowls, if you get the chance – they are lovely, before re-grouping in the Central Library, buying new wellies, and home.
It is damp and flat but there are amazing sights to see on our doorstep.