tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4410460648945420132024-02-20T23:40:23.188+00:00Sassa's Blog CarnivalNuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-36833772279365945192010-01-15T18:12:00.000+00:002010-01-15T18:12:38.190+00:002009 has gone!Well, I have to admit that I'm going to cheat with this post. I would love to do something different, but due to a computer crash I have lost all my photographs from last year (they may be retrievable, but I can't do that) so instead I am going to point you towards a post on another blog.<br />
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Please forgive me! <a href="http://nuvofelt.blogspot.com/2009/12/onward-and-upward.html">The post is here</a>.Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-21470628938579430312009-12-28T15:59:00.000+00:002009-12-28T15:59:17.113+00:00The ghost of New Year PastMany years ago there was a group of friends<br />
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They would meet from time to time throughout the year<br />
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But once a year they would party like no other.....<br />
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Long finery to beat that of Cinderella<br />
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Champagne flutes overflowing<br />
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Music to delight the ear and get the feet tapping<br />
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Tables overflowing with food<br />
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Chatter, long into the night<br />
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Late to bed<br />
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Very late to rise<br />
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And then....<br />
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Everyone got married, and late nights were no longer a feasible option! How much better to share New Year with the family. Cosy and at home, looking back on last year and ahead to next<br />
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Happy New Year everyoneNuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-48339402872217495432009-10-13T11:43:00.000+01:002009-10-13T11:43:43.954+01:00Halloween/Protection/AwarenessThis month's carnival is an interesting mix, but probably not for the reasons that are immediately obvious.<br />
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I want to begin by relating a little story.<br />
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The story begins somewhen before 1999<br />
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Here in the UK Halloween was not celebrated until fairly recently. As a family we never celebrated, preferring to do other things. We 'celebrated' in our own homes - usually by not actually doing anything because as far as we were concerned it was a 'non event'. However, things changed in about 1992 shortly after my father died. At the time my mother was still living in their house and became the target of some very unpleasant Halloween 'pranks'. From that time on we determined that she would never be at home alone on that evening, and so we developed the habit of having our own alternative celebration at our daughters' home some distance away. This would involve a lovely family meal and an entertaining and amusing video, so that all thought of what might otherwise have happened would be avoided.<br />
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All went well until the fateful day in 1999. The plans were made as usual, but this time, as I was working, other arrangements were made to transport my mother from her home to that of my daughter. I arrived a little earlier than anticipated and wasn't surprised to find that Mum hadn't yet arrived. By the time the dinner was ready, however, we were all somewhat concerned. We now discovered that we had all telephoned at various times during the day and on each occasion there had been no reply. Unfortunately the distance was too far to rush back, so I telephoned friends who lived a short drive from my mother. They had an emergency key and a short while later I was summoned in great panic as the police had been called. I knew no more than that as I drove as quickly as possible. I arrived at about 10pm to a state of total mayhem. I didn't recognise my mother who was being treated by an paramedic. The police were going about their business very efficiently, but I couldn't understand what had happened at all.<br />
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When is a friend not a friend? That is a very hard question to answer. An apparently very good friend of my mother had offered to drive her to the 'party'. She had known this man for a number of years, and he also attended her church. He was smart, had a good job and was very well respected. What no-one knew was that he suffered from a mental illness which was controlled by medication. For a completely unknown reason he had decided to stop taking his medication, and when he arrived at my mother's was in no fit state to drive, or in fact to be anywhere other than under medical care. Suffice it to say his behaviour left a lot to be desired. My mother was forced to remain lying down and unable to move for a considerable length of time during which he did some very strange things, including walking all over her. <br />
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I won't go into any more details, but it was sorted out, although not very satisfactorily, and my mother got on with her life, even managing to forgive him. However, a couple of years later she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to undergo a mastectomy. The link? We were told that the extreme stress that she experiences accompanied by the injuries that he inflicted on her upper body were probably the cause of the cancer. She coped with the whole thing admirably, and although she is frail and her health is failing fast she is now 92 and still with us. We will no longer get together in the same way at the end of October as now Mum is far too weak to travel. We do, however, support Breast Cancer Awareness, and here is a photograph from last year<br />
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I have given this a lot of thought.<br />
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It will be the size of a soccer pitch.<br />
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It will be divided into two parts - one for 'wet' and the other for 'dry' activities<br />
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There would be storage space for absolutely EVERYTHING<br />
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Worktops will abound, so too tables and chairs - one for every project currently 'on the go'! There are at least three deep sinks just for dyeing!<br />
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Materials will miraculously appear at the merest thought<br />
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Any machine I might ever think of needing are there and electricity will be instantly available in every part of the room<br />
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Daylight, the perfect lighting, will be available at all times of the day and night - and in every part of the room<br />
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Tea and coffee will be on tap! No need to wait for the kettle to boil.<br />
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Tonight's meal will automatically be created by the inbuilt 'fridge and oven without any thought from me<br />
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Would you like to join me? <br />
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Unfortunately it is all in my imagination........Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-56548629071826242952009-04-10T15:40:00.000+01:002009-04-10T15:40:26.326+01:00Let's Go GreenDyeing is my business. I am very aware of the ecological connotations involved, so I try very hard to waste resources as little as possible, and to only use chemicals that won't damage the environment. Currently there are a few green coloured items in my shop, but also some bits and pieces that are dyed with a deliberate eye to eco friendly!<br />
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If you follow my listings you will know that I can't just dye in one colour so that means that even the most 'green' yarn has some other colours too:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.59462002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.59462002.jpg" width="192" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21691343">Listed here</a>, this mix of threads are of 'eco cotton' they have been manufactured in a considerate manner and I try to continue that theme. See, I told you there would be another colour!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.59456966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.59456966.jpg" width="200" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Spring greens are the order of the day here, but once again <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21690096">you will find that there are other colours,</a> including gray. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.54186783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.54186783.jpg" width="196" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This one is a lot brighter, although still Spring Greens! <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=20113446">You'll find it here</a>, and the other pictures will show you more of the yellow! There are several other items that are green, and also lots of items that are anything but a green colour! So why not pop along and have a look.......<a href="http://www.sassalynne.etsy.com/">www.sassalynne.etsy.com</a> !</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-31154859648960923672009-01-01T18:13:00.001+00:002009-01-01T18:25:25.667+00:00New Year's Resolutions.Would it disappoint you to know that I don't have any? <br />
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Would it disappoint you to know that I gave them up YEARS ago?<br />
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The truth is that Resolutions always fail unless they are a spontaneous response to a situation. At least, that is true in my experience, and therefore the New Year seems such a silly time to make them. In its simplest form my resolution is to always be true to myself. To be true to my hopes and dreams, and do my best in all things. Too much else is dependent on other outside influences, and as I have no control over these they negate any resolutions that might be made.<br />
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I really admire those of you that make resolutions and stick to them. I wish you well with them this year.Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-50735636911508982292008-12-18T14:15:00.000+00:002008-12-18T14:45:32.856+00:00Christmas TraditionsThis year we are spending Christmas Day at my brother's home. We are taking my mother there and it will be a quiet family occasion. This will be the first time that we have done this. My brother and his wife have only been married for a couple of years, and last year my mother was not well enough to make a journey of 60 miles in one 'sitting'. This year, although very frail, she will manage it, and we had a 'dummy run' of the distance last week just to see how she managed.<br />
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When we were children our family home was always filled to overflowing. My mother loved company, and <a href="http://nuvofelt.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-memory.html">visits from Grandparents were always top of the list at Christmas. </a>My uncle and aunt would also visit on Christmas Day and again on Boxing Day. What fun we had. Presents under the tree! Delicious food! Always a walk after lunch, probably not as long as necessary to walk off all the excess food, but long enough to build up an appetite for delicious Christmas Cake and Mince Pies......<br />
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As my mother grew older the mantle slipped in my direction. For many years the we had a similar scenario at our home. But circumstances change, and now there are times when sons and daughters must visit other families!<br />
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If you followed the link above you will have read about the arrival of my grandparents. Very soon after my maternal grandmother arrived it would be time to make 'Yule Bread'. This is a very special recipe that has been handed down through several generations of our family. It has the usual ingredients of flour, eggs, fresh yeast and butter, but also stacks of top quality raisins, glace cherries and crystallised fruits. Made in advance and allowed to 'mature' (much like a Christmas Cake) it was duly wrapped in waxed paper and stored in tins. No tasting was allowed as it really did imrove with keeping. The first loaf was cut on Christmas morning and served buttered for Breakfast. It has an unusual texture and is truly delicious. We always knew that it was Christmas when we saw it on the plate.<br />
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Regrettably, although we still have the list of ingredients, the method for making this delicious bread died with my grandmother. We have tried a number of variations but have not yet managed to find the one that makes the perfect loaf. Sadly it was a failure again this year. No, I won't share the full list of ingredients, or the quantities, but if we are ever successful I can guarantee that I will post that fact somewhere!Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-81580628814241459862008-12-01T10:49:00.001+00:002008-12-01T11:04:06.180+00:00Winter Flowers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes pictures say more than words! The first two are flowers that traditionally bloom in the winter. The daffodils were the first of the year last year, pictured on a lovely sunny day. The Veronica was a little sparse when I took the picture, but later became a mass of soft pink blossom that is a joy in winter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU668J7U0zAKGxtl1tv5nWrAW7sQCC08QJg_QV9HWuwD-cYneRurtuGv4DZxxSSrNEk8DJI1QOqVrz5Ebwd6_0xovz5O3NlpM1L41YSo0GBn5_TMgwbg1riIobcAxllT76NZedO1PJcng/s320/Daffs4Web+copy.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiTkGQvQQ7qEZec9zwoImWOZTSixPnOt8FJTweGN78Lw3pXgj8GFlskej_PX-Bs_le3JUXguZv4tiJ-NMFcWzYi00uRLt6dzDVm18QuQ7bYuPrzdk_H-E7Je6QStqccVz4YXV5Ilbbt8/s1600-h/DSCN0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiTkGQvQQ7qEZec9zwoImWOZTSixPnOt8FJTweGN78Lw3pXgj8GFlskej_PX-Bs_le3JUXguZv4tiJ-NMFcWzYi00uRLt6dzDVm18QuQ7bYuPrzdk_H-E7Je6QStqccVz4YXV5Ilbbt8/s320/DSCN0941.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This rose never ceases to amaze us. It flowers in profusion from June until early February, this picture was taken in late December.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKrq5nIBSYFgC41Ap4PFblB7UY-EQGhFeqV3AlcS3_2o9Vu-URxTNfyRyf3dsKzgRXkRVlIN1mBJqAZyK0q8a8R4pYbG_sjVFzC8C_e8GAQNaqIda2vVi-Hendj2mdHEpdRUL5kZ4Re8/s320/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this poor Magnolia is flowering in spite of snow in April. Maybe the next question should be 'when does winter end?'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpr0qKdaCWe9R0EByNH_4CNrYR-GwyduPKGZXjqcjfhca7CuLBcQMP2i639o4tMgm5BBw45RmK46XBDHQX3aUgxcraZRMu-3irR4UskTc_cH21dUiwOJVHyspQ8vdHNh6HLEUKlPN-3Ts/s1600-h/Magnolia+in+the+snow.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpr0qKdaCWe9R0EByNH_4CNrYR-GwyduPKGZXjqcjfhca7CuLBcQMP2i639o4tMgm5BBw45RmK46XBDHQX3aUgxcraZRMu-3irR4UskTc_cH21dUiwOJVHyspQ8vdHNh6HLEUKlPN-3Ts/s320/Magnolia+in+the+snow.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-76214815460773457852008-11-16T20:30:00.003+00:002008-12-04T20:15:57.155+00:00How are you going to prepare your business for the holiday rush?I have decided that my main preparation for the holiday season will be to introduce gift vouchers. Our business isn't really influenced by the holiday season, custom is steady throughout the year, and for that I'm really grateful.Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-52156982116736828392008-10-10T22:08:00.005+01:002008-10-10T22:21:24.881+01:00Work outside EtsySassa Lynne is not my only concern. I also have a textile art supply business called <a href="http://www.winifredcottage.co.uk/">Winifred Cottage</a> This is partly a mail order shop, but most of our time is spent travelling to colleges and courses to supply the students. As such it is fairly unique, and I love it.<br /><br />Once a year we attend an international show at the National Exhibition Centre in Birmingham UK. Here is a picture of our stand, my DH is posing behind the counter, and we have yet to finish our setup!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGxdyWqj90OzYesTJRC8gbhsAJ6PQM_CgQx8arDgojD4kdtsWaYy2L0Giu9K9pqGRL5vCQ6bJH_YBWEWYkSaluW2UPL9_OF64n4dvtR8S3c5dDuXR57yf_7ipFh6jmVnjJqflSRJpvXs/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGxdyWqj90OzYesTJRC8gbhsAJ6PQM_CgQx8arDgojD4kdtsWaYy2L0Giu9K9pqGRL5vCQ6bJH_YBWEWYkSaluW2UPL9_OF64n4dvtR8S3c5dDuXR57yf_7ipFh6jmVnjJqflSRJpvXs/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255636294186727330" border="0" /></a>Your can also see one of the hand-dyed cloths that we use, and some of the dyed threads are displayed on the wall to the right.<br /><br />I also teach, and travel back to some of the colleges at which we sell to do this.Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-71976032921249578022008-09-19T10:58:00.003+01:002008-09-19T12:16:28.693+01:00In Summery<p>Summer has come and gone. The Metrological Office announced that the arrival of September 1st officially opened the season of Autumn. So, where did summer go? Did we have one? This would mean that officially summer belongs to the months of June, July and August, and workwise these are some of our busiest. Officially, then, I spent the summer working. </p> <p>So, what does 'working' mean? It means dyeing, selling, teaching, writing. </p> <p>Dyeing means building up stock for my <a href="http://www.sassalynne.etsy.com/">etsy shop</a>, and also for our <a href="http://www.sassalynne.com/">mail order</a> and selling venues. During busy times I dye each day I'm home. Unless it's for a wholesale order (<a href="http://www.cottonmillthreadworks.com/">here is just one of our suppliers</a>) I dye in small quantities to get as large a range of colours as possible. My Serendipity range is dyed using a technique that I discovered by accident, and which, to my knowledge, no-one else is currently using. It takes about 24 hours plus drying time from start to finish for each batch.</p> <p>So, on to selling. Apart from the Etsy shop, which only features our Serendipity range, we have an unusual way of getting our stock out to the customers. Our main business is called Winifred Cottage, and the <a href="http://www.winifredcottage.co.uk/">website is here</a>, but painfully under stocked! We actually have HUNDREDS of items that aren't listed, and I just can't seem to find the time to update it on a regular basis. Our main way of selling is to take our stock, by invitation, to Guild branches, mini exhibitions and also into Colleges and Courses. We frequently attend places like <a href="http://www.adultlearningbcc.ac.uk/callpage.asp?sc=025">Missenden Abbey</a>, <a href="http://www.urchfontmanor.co.uk/res_courses.htm">Urchfont Manor</a> and <a href="http://www.westdean.org.uk/site/arts/">West Dean College</a>. All of these offer wonderful residential short courses in a wide variety of subjects and are well worth considering if you are looking for somewhere to learn. The summer is the time for them to offer a Summer School, so each week during this time we will make a visit. At other times of the year we visit at weekend. We also attended the <a href="http://www.twistedthread.com/default.aspx">Festival of Quilts</a>, and as this is an international show lasting 4 days it took an awful lot of preparation. </p> <p>More and more days and dates are taken up with teaching, too. I teach a variety of stitching techniques, but also an easy dyeing technique (no, not the Serendipity technique, yet!) and of course <a href="http://www.sewing-world.co.uk/embellisher/12_needle/embellisher.htm">the Embellisher</a>. My textile life changed for ever when I purchased my machine, and then again when I published <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Embellisher-Lets-Get-Started/dp/0955393205">my first book.</a> I now travel around the country, and also teach a regular once a month course locally.</p> <p>Finally, writing, I write the occasional article for magazines, but am also preparing my next book. This is a slow process, I'm determined not to jump on the bandwagon and get another out there against all odds, I have a specific goal with this one, and it is well under way.</p> <p>There were family highlights too. Firstly, in spite of failing health, my mother reached the grand age of 90. We had a family party for her which she thoroughly enjoyed.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SNN32P3UqWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gAq08p-RMFM/s1600-h/DSC02272%2090th%201%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="DSC02272 90th 1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SNN327UtPtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hi8xOi8hHvk/DSC02272%2090th%201_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>She loves having the family around her, and this was no exception. June was also the month that our youngest grandson learnt to crawl. You can see him in the arms of our daughter in law in the same photograph, with proud father behind. Our daughter and other grandchildren are also in the photograph, as is my husband, uncle and aunt, brother, sister in law and niece. We had fun.</p> <p>The end of August should have been a time for holiday, but circumstances caused us to cancel, and no doubt there will be more about that if we have a summary of autumn!</p>Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-42751464454530838902008-09-04T13:40:00.003+01:002008-09-19T12:16:43.024+01:00Pick a favorite color, and show it in your work<p>What a question to put to a dyer. How do I begin to choose! </p> <p>The truth is, my favourite colour is the one I dyed last. </p> <p>So, working on that principle here is the last one I dyed:</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XKxo5i_I/AAAAAAAAACw/GdNGzqf45vA/s1600-h/2%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XLnFaCgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LWvTf9Con5s/2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>This is a actually something slightly different from my usual lines of yarn. It is a lovely soft boucle yarn in a viscose wool mix. It is fantastically soft, and I was very tempted to knit myself a scarf with it, but I listed it on Etsy instead. It's <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14867924">here</a> if you want to see more photographs.</p> <p>Now the truth is that if I were about to stitch I would use much more vibrant colours. Probably something like these:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XNKzdouI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EakaQgBfMaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1061%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="IMG_1061" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XNl16hYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/D8PDUO_mbX4/IMG_1061_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>but then again it could be something like:</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XPX40fzI/AAAAAAAAADA/jzBYLsizl-A/s1600-h/IMG_1060%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="IMG_1060" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XP7sITWI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fy436lGNXq0/IMG_1060_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>I suppose I'd better admit it. I don't work in a favourite colour at all. I work with whatever takes my fancy, and it could be as vibrant as above or as natural as below:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XRCqDppI/AAAAAAAAADI/463erRKxTmQ/s1600-h/2%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/myfanwy.h/SL_XRvp7vGI/AAAAAAAAADM/yoAqIZFayJA/2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" border="0" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>This is a rust dyed fabric, such beautiful markings and colours.</p> <p>Are you any wiser than you were in the first place? This must be the most confusing post you have ever read........</p> <p>So much for blog carnivals.............. ;)</p>Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441046064894542013.post-30745127503223095772008-08-23T10:57:00.000+01:002008-08-25T15:26:12.519+01:00“Something You Did When A Child That You Will Always Remember”<p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This theme for the Etsybloggers Blog Carnival is really hard as I have so many happy memories from my childhood. I've chosen this one, as it is slightly different.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As a child my grandparents lived in <a href="http://www.brecontown.co.uk/">Brecon</a>. Many a happy hour was spent in their house, along the river that passed the bottom of their garden and in the <a href="http://www.breconbeacons.org/">Beacons</a>. I love the area still, and it always feels like home when I visit.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Another place we visited was <a href="http://www.brecon-beacons.com/llangorse-lake.htm">Llangorse Lake</a> a beautiful spot, and still unspoilt. One day we drove up through the hills to reach the lake. Now there are car parks and paths to the spot, but at that time it was just a mountain road which meandered right and left as it rose towards the lake and we could stop and park at will. We (my mother, father and brother) got out of the car and started our walk. After about a quarter of a mile we stopped to admire the view. The lake was just visible and the vista was stunning. There were a few large flat rocks there, and we sat down to just drink in the view and the fresh clean air, the sun was shining and it was quite warm. My brother, younger than me and neither of us unable to sit down for long, began to run around, and I began to chase him. We ran around the rocks and then came to a sudden stop when we saw a rifle. Without thinking about it my brother picked it up and ran back to show my parents. They were horrified to see him with it (he was only 4) and some discussion took place as to what to do with it. For the time being it was left at the spot and we carried on with our walk.</span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was a couple of hours later that we began the walk back to the car. We hadn't gone very far when we saw the figure of a soldier running along the road behind us. He was loaded up with rucksack and full uniform, and as I said before, it was a hot day. He caught up with us, and was very short of breath. He had lost his rifle! We were able to take him to it and he was so grateful. Returning to camp without it would have resulted in a Court Martial. He had run several miles to find it, and now had to run the same distance back to barracks. <br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It may not seem much now, but was really exciting and different at the time.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Nuvofelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10229606354670402496noreply@blogger.com1