Sunday, 20 January 2013

Snapshot Sunday

There has been rather a lot of snow here in the South. So unusual. It has provided me with an opportunity to take a few snaps of the garden I don't often see.


These pots are grouped together awaiting a spring clean. Thank goodness I haven't planted out those spring bulbs yet.

And I don't think I will be sitting outside with my morning cuppa anytime soon...




But I am enjoying this view through the window, a veritable Winter wonderland.

Hope you are enjoying your view wherever you are this weekend.

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

January Simply a Moment

Around the middle of the month, Alexa over at trimming the sails, invites you to participate in Simply a Moment. It's a wonderful opportunity to sit and contemplate, to write whatever comes to mind at that moment.

Yesterday, it snowed here in the South. I have lived in my present home for fifteen years and can only remember the snow settling on the ground about three times in all those years. As I was downloading my photographs earlier this morning, thoughts of the changing seasons came into my head and this is what I wrote.


  Digital template - Simply Tiffany Designs

Although I face some challenging moments, like the seasons, I must learn to adapt to my new environment. The most difficult aspect of the move into a smaller home is having to get rid of possessions that have been an intrinsic part of who I am for these past 67 years. It isn't easy to let go of the past but as I am doing so, I feel a lot lighter in spirit. There is a certain freedom in choosing what to keep and what to let go. And, luckily for me, my two daughters have been able to select items that are precious to them so vicariously, I still get to enjoy them too.

Having shared my moment, do give consideration to sharing yours. I know you will be made most welcome by Alexa and the ever expanding friendly bunch of bloggers who are joining in each month for Simply a Moment.

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Snapshot Sunday

I just had to turn this snap into a digital page. Taken on the move, with no time for composition. I wanted to record the moment. 




digital supplies from paislee press

Our baby will probably have a lot to say about the indignity of wearing socks for gloves when she is a fashion conscious teenager. In the meantime, in our defence, we just wanted to keep her hands warm. You see, our baby just won't keep her precious little hands under her blanket. Quite rightly, she already has a mind of her own.

Hope your weekend is a good one.

Thursday, 10 January 2013

2012 Christmas... a little late

It feels so right to be blogging again. Thank you all for your lovely comments on Storytelling Sunday. They helped enormously. I found it quite difficult to get back into the blogging groove after the sickness hiatus but now can't wait to see where 2013 takes me.

First though, let's look back at some special moments that capture the essence of our family Christmas. 



There were several highlights. My grandson's nursery Christmas concert; the arrival of the Elf on the Shelf; Winter Wonderland at West Dean Gardens; afternoon tea in Emsworth; my granddaughter's school Nativity - where she got to play Mary; Christmas Eve at Church; Christmas day.

Looking forward, 2013 is going to be a year of change for me. I may have mentioned the plans to downsize? Well, it is definitely happening, though I won't have far to move. Just somewhere smaller in my own garden. More on this in a later blog post.

On the artistic front, I plan to continue learning about Illustrator and Photoshop, as I so enjoy pattern designing. More stitching with my granddaughter - she has plans for a whole new wardrobe for her Christmas doll. Some scrapbooking, probably more of the digital kind, as I have handed over vast swathes of ephemera to my youngest daughter because of the downsizing.  And, as the elder two grandchildren love drawing and painting, there should be lots of that to write about too.

Looking forward to catching up with you all. I missed seeing what everyone was up to over the holiday season.

Until the next time.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Precious Things

After weeks of family illnesses, culminating in my youngest daughter having an MRI scan on Christmas Eve, we are all finally emerging and ready to welcome in 2013. The first thing I must do is wish you all a very happy and healthy New Year, and to thank those of you who remembered me on your Christmas mailing list. It was lovely to receive hand-made cards in the post.

As it is the first Sunday of the Month, I am taking this opportunity to join in with Sian's happy band of followers for Storytelling Sunday Three. This year, Storytelling Sunday has a theme Pick Your Precious rather than, as in the past, Sian making a new suggestion for each month. We all have those special objects, things we cannot bear to part with, and this will afford us the chance to remember and write about them and share them with this lovely community.



For Christmas, I bought my granddaughter a sewing machine. Although she is only six years old, she has always shown enormous interest whenever I hand or machine stitch. To me, this is the loveliest thing.

In the past, I have mentioned on this blog that my mother was not a needlewoman, although she was a marvellous knitter. My skills as a stitcher are the precious gift of my grandmother, whose patience knew no bounds as she spent, not only hour upon hour of my childhood teaching me how to sew, but also the time to show me the beauty that stitches can make on fabric.

As I sat with my granddaughter and watched her face as she machine stitched her first strips of fabric, I had a real sense of the continuity of life. Watching her hands as the machine whirred away, brought to mind how carefully my grandmother watched mine all those years ago.

This is going to be a quilt for dolly's crib

How far we have progressed. I started out on a treadle machine and now my granddaughter is learning on a machine driven by electricity. I do hope that in the years to come, my granddaughter is able to teach her own family the wonderful art of stitch. There is something so reassuring about the continuity of these artistic skills.

And my precious object for January is, a photograph of my dear grandmother. I loved her so much.


It is the only photograph I have of her, and to me the most precious of things. We were in Jersey in the 1960's visiting my Aunt and Uncle, who lived in St Helier, and she is, of course, wearing a dress she made.

Now, do pop on over to Sian's place at From High in the Sky and enjoy the sharing of Precious things. She will be delighted to welcome you I am sure.

Until the next time...