Hurray, the sun is shining and it looks like it intends to stay for a while (famous last words no doubt!). It turned so cold yesterday and poured with rain all day which just made me feel miserable; I am so ready for Spring now and it is March after all. From where I am sitting I can see the buds beginning to break on the crab apple I planted outside the boy's room...well, it was supposed to be a crab apple called Herr Direktor (yuk!) which has beautiful red leaves and blossom followed by wonderful bright red crab apples. I had visions of the boys waking to the dappled light shining through the leaves and little apples reminiscent of a child's drawing, all glossy and perfect. The darn thing has indeed got red leaves and blossom, but so far has rewarded us with cherries rather than apples! we shall see...
Yesterday's pictures of the Beatrix Potter china seemed to resonate with a few people and I thought I would post some of the Bunnykins china Tom received when he was a baby (Pondside, this one's for you!)
We do use it though mostly at times like Easter when all the family are gathered around the table. Dave and I hate things to just exist in a vaccum, sitting in a dresser where they never truly become a part of the family and so even our most precious things are used regularly. How else can they create a history, a family narrative where stories are repeated over and over, and memories built and added to? Of course, the down side to this is that things are occasionally broken or damaged, but unless the damage is too severe we tend to keep and use them anyway. I have a gorgeous teapot Tom bought for us a few years ago which sadly got broken; though we repaired it I was to worried about the possibility of someone scalding themselves if the repair weakened and so we now use it to hold posies of flowers from the garden instead. It still takes it place in our home.
Ther things that are dear to me are also used regularly and can get damaged in a different way, but again it is all part of what makes them special. For example, when I was pregnant with my son Sam (now 18 years) my Mother-in-Law made a cot quilt for him; every single square was stitched by hand, thousands upon thousands of tiny, tiny stitches weaving so much love into every square.
I tried to take a photo which showed its delicacy and failed miserably, so here is a close-up which I hope may do it better justice...
This gorgeous work has sometimes needed a little mending, but I like to think it is what keeps it cared for, my sewing adding to the work of Sam's Granny and ensuring the quilt will be used by the next generations of babies.
Alongside these keepsakes are some projects that were used before they were completed (typical of me!) but I will finish them one day! This is Lauren's baby shawl which I knitted sitting hugely pregnant on the beach. Whenever I see it it reminds me of digging a pit out of the sand so that I could lie on my front with my enormous belly fitting snuggly into the hole!
I still need to make the edging - a knitted picot to compliment the pattern I think - but hopefully I have a little time before it's needed!
And finally today a cushion I ren up at the weekend for the bathroom chair, a Lloyd loom which has seen better days. I thought it was about time I made something for us and chose this gorgous fabric in muted pinks and blues. The weave has that wonderful slubby (made that up) feel of cotton/linen mixes and the colours have that faded beauty that always seems so restful. Unfortunately, the chair is so in need of a fressh coat of white paint that it made the muted tones look grubby! Ah well...
Have a lovely day xx