Time 'Flu!

My world of late has mainly consisted of work: sewing, cutting out, packaging of orders, website maintenance.... I am not writing this to impress merely to make myself understand why I am so very tired. Oh, and I forgot to mention three weeks of 'flu and I mean real 'flu which renders you weepy & pathetic. Well, it did me anyway. Yep,I have been a delight to behold with eyes sunken in deep pits of grey, a particular shade matching my general pallor BUT I am finally over it! Hurrah! Now I can catch up on the world and work with a zest missing for a long while.

Though the weather in 'sunny' Cornwall has mostly been gloomy there have been some beautiful sunrises which Isabella and I watch from the front door step before the mad morning mania is truly underway. The criss-cross of lines quite please me here for some reason.

Yesterday I collected the ornamental (pah!) crab apples in from the garden to dry out for decorations in the weeks to come. Did you know Christmas is almost here? Oh yes, even ill I am ahead of the game and at the forefront of news. I only wish I were also at the forefront of tidying the garden and clearing the leaf litter!

I have left plenty of these little golden apples scattered around as I am sure there must be some creatures who make use of them. Our garden is full of wildlife from toads and frogs, newts and shrews to slow worms and many varieties of birds. My love of all this is shared by little Isabella who often tells me she 'loves the nature Mum'.

But for now I must end this short post and attend to business which is wonderfully, fantastically busy, a fact I am so grateful for and humbled by. The idea that in these very straitened times people choose to part with their precious funds on something I have designed and created makes me feel very proud.

And I know Babbit agrees.

Have a lovely day x

The Handmade Tale.

It has been rather a long time since I visited my poor blog, but the Notonthehighstreet Christmas catalogue 2011 is out

and look what is tucked away within the glossy pages: my Personalised Garden Journal! As ever once half-term has been and gone the orders start flooding in as we all turn our thoughts toward the festive season; the arrival of the Noths catalogue just gives the whole process an enormous push and I find myself inundated which I love.

Piles of cut out journal covers and Christmas hearts, stockings and thickly padded tea cosies lie neatly (!!!) stacked all over the sewing room and house in readiness for a session of embroidering to be fitted in whenever the chance arises.

Such good timing then that I have some hideous lurgy which means I bark fit to rival the most aggressive seal, my poor chest - not generally a topic for blog discussion but indulge me - now so sore that I quake at the thought of another coughing fit and actually suck on lozenges where I am usually unable to stop myself chomping like a horse on Polos. Such is my suffering. Feeling a tad sorry for myself? Me? well, yes now you come to mention it.







Still, the good thing is that a day in bed on Sunday meant I worked steadily through the aforementioned cut out pile and actually achieved much in my poorliness. Today has been mostly spent hacking away yet again but still I work on and award myself martyr status in the doing. I think I shall write a sermon on the benefits to one's self-esteem on being under the weather. Or maybe I'll just keep taking the meds.

So, now we've done with Hallowe'en and Guy Fawkes...

We turn to this

once more. Manic times are here again...hurrah!

Bye for now x