Work Space..

My work table
Note large cup of char, small, handpainted tea cup full of malteasers and new set of coloured crochet hooks that are a dream to use. I'm in the process of putting together some more bright birds.
The other view from my window

I am in the process of listing some of my makings on Etsy – my shop name is fondle if you would like to take a look.  🙂

A Mixed Bag..

I am sitting at the table in my studio/spare bedroom, watching it rain and listening to it plopping on the roof.  It’s very calming.  I was smelling the rain too, for a while – until it got too cold.  That’s something I had forgotten about the UK, you really know when autumn starts.  It’s ok though – I like the cooler weather and to be honest, there was something faintly creepy about all that lovely, sunny weather we have been having, like it twernt natural somehow.

My darling sewing machine has turned into a monster, it was going ok until I changed the cotton on the bobbin and now every time I have tried to use it the cotton jams and tangles, snarls at me until I am in despair.  It’s possibly my fault – but who’s to know?  I have heard that it cost 60 pounds to get it serviced – more that the machine cost..

So the owls and bags and everything else I want to make are sitting there in their raw state – I try not to think about it too much because it infuriates me,  I have spent so many hours trying to get the %&**£@@(*^^%% ** thing to work!

As soon as I get the funds I will buy a NEW ONE – and won’t that be grand – with all its accessories and a warranty and all that wonderful stuff.  Something to look forward too.

Another thing to look forward to is our tea chests arriving next week, YAY!!!!  Wednesday, according to the cheerful man from Cardiff, who is lucky that he was in Cardiff because I would have given him a GREAT BIG KISS  😉  I never thought I’d say it but I MISS MY STUFF.   I just can’t wait to get my hands on all my craft stuff – yarn and fleece and fabric.  Oh, it’s going to be fun!

And, of course, I haven’t told most of you yet,  I start my new job next week.  It’s only a little job, a full day Saturday and a half day every second Sunday but that is maybe all I can deal with at the moment.   It is in a clothes shop called Number 2, and it’s sister shop a little bit further down the road called Number 2 For Shoes – sooo heaven…  Both of these shops were my among my favourite haunts when we used to come to Hay on holidays – they sell clothes and shoes to die for – really.  I like the bosses and the women who work there so it should be fine.

Hay is rammed with tourists  – summer holidays of course.  It is really lovely living here and not just being on a visit – busy streets  at the moment but whenever it rains they mostly disappear, in case they melt, and you get a taste of how quiet it will be come winter.  I think I will enjoy the contrasting states.

We climbed half way up Lord Hereford’s Knob on Sunday – have some photos for you..

On the way up..
What I found on the way up
Going down
The Black Mountain
Out my studio window today

A bit of a fan..

I LOVE Charlie Brooker

and have been having an mad love affair with him for some years now.

In my dreams of course..

My husband is a little in love with him as well  –   so nice to share these things… So I feel I have to share them with you too, aren’t you lucky?  and post a link to his Guardian web page here and a link to one of his recent articles here.

If you are up for a read of some utterly, utterly masterful slagging off , read this  –  Charlie Brooker’s 10 Years of Big Brother – warning, not for the faint hearted..

Yum, fat….

from The Happy Eater by Jay Rayner

“I can’t think of any proper food without fat in it.  At a push, I would even consider eating myself.” and

“There is to me no sadder sight than a plate of roasted meat from which its owner has systematically excised every trace of glistening fat, the unwanted bronzed skin piled up on the rim like the debris left at the side of a motorway after a nasty car crash.  There is always a pinched expression that goes with this process, the look of someone who has the stench of something unspeakable in their nostrils, I want to shout”you idiot” and chuck my knife in, give those exquisite, slippery pieces the love they deserve.”    and this..

“Is fat always pretty?  No, but then the best food isn’t. Its virtues, like a proper layer of fat, go far deeper than mere aesthetics,  Which, as it happens, is another reason why I think I’d make for good eating.”

This article is from the Observer Food Monthly and I loved it, tongue in cheek, passionate and hilarious.  You can read the rest here. Other articles in the series are worth a read too – I particularly liked last Sundays regarding overeating.

I’m off now to eat some scrambled eggs cooked in butter, mmmm

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It has been bought to my attention that I have missed my own anniversary.

I started this blog on the 6th of August last year, and a hellova lot has happened since.  In fact it seems far longer than a year ago.

The blog I started partly in homage to our dogs, now finds us dogless – that was totally unexpected but  I have met many lovely people through writing it.

I have moved house and moved country and of course – taken myself with me.  I think I am a little wiser, but that could be bollocks 😉

Thank you all for reading and commenting and making me feel like I’m not really speaking into the dark…

Anyway – in celebration, here is a gratuitous photo of something I made to cheer me up.

Cheers everyone!

Today has been one of those holding pattern days, just getting done what I need to do to make me feel like I am not a complete waste of space.  So the washing has been done and some emails got writ and some veggie dhal and coconut rotis got made for tea later.   That is about the extent of my energy level at the moment. The rest can wait..

I have had some great things happen over the weekend.  Firstly we visited Swansea, which is about an hour away from Hay, and stayed the night with our good friends Kath and Julian – it was so good to see them again.  We all went out for dinner and drank too much good beer and generally had a wonderful time.  Julian and Kath are getting married in September and Julian asked me on Saturday night to be his best man/woman!  How amazing is that?!   Jules and I have known each other since 2003 when we first came to the UK.  We worked together at the old Swansea Maritime Museum and got on so well that we have remained good friends (and No.1 drinking buddies) ever since.  All of Jule’s male mates have, for one reason or another, been unable to take on the best man job, so the honour has been bestowed on me, hee,hee 🙂  And I do know it is pretty weird – to have a female best man, but neither Jules, or I could ever be considered conventional, so what the hay.

Now I have to write a speech – bloody hell..

The other good thing to happen is that my blog friend Katy has emailed and asked me to make her three owls for her children.  Isn’t that cool?

And last, but not least was arriving home on Sunday and getting all your comments and emails regarding the previous post – you all made me cry and laugh and feel so much better – thank you , thank you , thank you..