makes me mine

ok, ok technically I need to sew on a couple of ties but the big stuff... all done!  Little dance around the room. I had time for one p...

Sewing the bias binding onto the ruff was surprisingly fiddly, thanks to the variation in density between the cotton bias and the cot...

Once again, and I am getting a little bored of this observation, I found myself flummoxed by Margo's instructions, this time to make t...

I know, it's blue, I quite like the blue... Phew!  They're all done, it's been a labour... of love? not so sure ...

Do you know how hard it is to sew with a dobe and a puppy on your lap?  No, well, it's not easy, and occasionally painful, and bad on t...

On my gravestone, they can write "She lived her life well, can someone now please do the ironing."  Never my most favourite of jo...

The pups earned themselves new nicknames this week.   Megs, “The Gardener”, who did the exact opposite of what we would have imagined, whe...

The lovely Mr S and I walked the dobe this afternoon, as they were spraying the crops in High Field.  We stayed well clear but, by 5 o'...