Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Tricia in Wonderland

I knew I shouldn't have drunk that bottle...


Mary has flu so I took coffee to her this morning, and when I came back through my front door I could smell flowers and fresh coffee and my heart lifted with pleasure. Smell is so important. I once gave up on a suitor because the smell of his washing powder crystalised my distaste for him.

My grandmother's house smelled deliciously of tea.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Stay in New York?!

Look at this site, rooms all over the planet! I might even do it...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Before & After

I am spending more time in Blogland than usual, hoping I am not turning a pleasure into pure obligation and horribly constrained sometimes by blog etiquette, mostly refraining from saying "I preferred the 'Before'!"

There is a host of happy ladies bedizening honest items with paint, crochet, shells and cute sayin's with the 'g' dropped. My fault for keeping the wrong company.

Friday, March 12, 2010

A Wet, Windy Day

The fire is lit, I have painted where necessary in my bedroom, made pizza, chiseled a hole in the sunroom wall to find the original painted clapboard underneath!

The whole house smells of spring flowers. Ana brought them over yesterday as a thank-you for the tea set.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A Stiff Salt Breeze

Like a favored passenger on the deck of the Titanic, I huddled in blankets and hat in bright sunshine and stiff wind this morning - but not drinking beef tea. Strangely comforting it was too, like being looked after, as if an attentive steward at any moment would hurry to my side.

I am a little stymied because I still need one bolt of fabric, I am getting perilously close to the end of the last one and orders are coming in from the Design*Sponge article
Still, it can't be a bad thing to relax a little: it is so easy to be on edge because the orders are overwhelming, then a few weeks later on edge for fear they are drying up!

I marvel that I still enjoy making them. Each and every one.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Two Little Maids

That is the doll's tea service Cissy gave me, complete with a cow and chicken teapot, chick napkin rings. piglets on the sugar bowl.

And here are the dear little girls I passed it on to - perfect! Look at that smile!

Monday, March 01, 2010

Cat Bit Me

I was trying to brush her - excuse me while I Google cat muzzles.

The annoying thing is that I can't handle fabric with blood on my hands, It is oozing past the bandage onto the keyboard.

The heading is a quote, my dear ones. Cissy didn't talk until she was over two, when the first words out of her mouth were, "Cat bit me." Then her eyes flashed and she said emphatically. "Naughty cat bit me!"

We had gone to Cornwall for a short holiday and were snowed in there over Christmas when the incident occurred, and she had been saving it up until we came back home.