a little something for the bees

after a fab weekend learning about beekeeping (more on that soon) a few flowers for those lovely little bumble bees....

 
 

Confession

I have bought myself a replacement cup.....I broke my fav CK cup.....(on the bloody shed veranda!) the one I drink my 1st cup of tea from every morning & before I drift off to sleep...

CK doesn't even make that design anymore, heartbroken I checked on amazon....and to my delight there it was 2 left in stock & although I was tempted 1 made its way into my basket on is on its way as we speak.

Now its not like this house doesn't have an abundance of 'cups' but you know what its like when you get attached to one in particular..so thankyou for hearing my confession!

VOTE VOTE VOTE....please

Shed of the Year voting lines are OPEN for the next month I shall be shamelessly campaigning for my lovely little shed to recieve as many votes as possible.....

So I would be absolutely delighted if you would trundle over here 'SHED OF THE YEAR' and click on the button..thats it pure & simple..So lets show the world that women & sheds are here to stay....thankyou kindly x

One of the great things about working a few hours at the library each week is that I can get hold of all sorts of fabby books. This week this little pile was waiting for me when I arrived to open up...

After a quick flick through all of them last night i was particularly taken with the Sanderson Story & as it contained some of my favourite prints it was easily always going to best, the most interesting.

I often wish that I had gotten that light bulb moment when first going to study art at college and making decisions about what courses to take. It seemed way back then to work with fabric it was 'Textiles' or 'Fashion'....Wish I had opted for the former, ended up foolishly taking the latter which all ended in a big disaster & I ran away with a solider!

Now if I had thought carefully instead of the 18 yr old strong willed barge arse that I was & maybe had some gentle guidance from a parent who thought that a career in something other than the 'medical' profession was worthy I may have stumbled across wallpaper design. (although in those days probably meant I may of had to tangle with the graphic designers & that was a big NO WAY).

But hey ho I didn't but no regrets I suppose & now I get to ogle at fabulous paper & stash away a few rolls of my own vintage.....in the cellar

off on their merry way

to the other side of the world.....my pincushion swaps are on their way & stupidly forgot to take any photos before I wrapped them up...(then I had to erase the addresses so why the photo loks a bit wonky do)

so my lovelies

Alex, Jo, Vic & Danielle hopefully they shouldn't take too long to arrive & i hope you enjoy the little surprise.....
 

shed in all its glory....

there's been huffing, puffing, waiting, various swearing, the shed was up.....then every afternoon whilst miss V slept I have been sawing, hammering, painting & shuffling

the plants are waking up...

a lovely bench my dad made me out of scaffold boards many moons ago & a very rare occurence...
 

bunting, jugs & sandpit for miss v...

sorting out stuff.......

my fabulous re-vamped cutting table with its lovely liberty legs

shelves of lovely stuff....

My perfect little hide-away where i shall be able to sew to my hearts content without having to pack everything away in time for tea...

 

it's the little things...

that bring you that little eek of joy...

found 2 of these little gems abandoned where I had hung them in the outside loo 4 years ago, then they were new and shiney....but with a gulg of parasene & a long match they fired up beautifully.

I have light...all is good

i have just about reached....

my mess tolerance limit....

 I can no longer stand it & now I have run out of cladding so there won't be much more progress on shed until Wednesday...

Now its all very well this thrifty, obessive collecting of stuff but its storing the lovlies that is the problem. My new venture is coming along but I really don't want to launch the shop until everything is sorted and my head is in the right place....

the tale of the disheartened

For a fair few weeks now my visits to various charity treasure troves have been tailing off due to the lack of delightful misfits needing a new home...the serious tidying of the messy warehouse & a 101 things one my to do list.

Even my 'box out the back' of my favourite shop has been a bit lacking...

So imagine my joy as a quick sweep of the shop with #1 son chirping in my ear about plastic guns & whatnot, my eyes glanced, looked away & then darted back...oh the joy.

I had been wishing for more suitcases to fill with the ever climbing fabric mountain...it even had 2 keys taped inside, now who ever manages not to lose their suitcase keys!!

& some fabric to fill it with....

 

& my 'little box out the back' came up with the goods as well...cherry b welcome home.

 

So no longer am I disheartened I am just back on the mission remembering that sometimes you just have to wait for the right finds....

For more of these delightful tales pop over to Sophie's & maybe play along