Monday, 24 December 2012

Twas the night before Christmas...

 Christmas Eve, and I am wallowing in nostalgia over a photo box and memories of Christmas past. 
 On a top branch of the tree is a blue glittery eggshell that Josh made in nursery - he is now twenty - and a stocking made by my great aunt Carol more than forty years ago hangs on my living room door.
 Me 'n' Santa, early/mid 70's.  I still had a very tight hold of my mum's hand in this photo!

My now adult son is out with fifteen of his closest friends while I am home alone. Home alone with two snoozing cats and a plate of goats cheese and chilli jam...oh, my goodness, how much do I love goats cheese!!!

The lights on the Christmas tree are twinkling, presents are wrapped and Bethlehem is on the news - a very different Bethlehem to the Bethlehem I remember from the 1980's.  Then, it was still possible to clamber down the hills from a  Jerusalem kibbutz and in to Bethlehem, without need of a passport. 

Merry Christmas!!!

Sunday, 16 December 2012

Winding down.

Sunday morning.
 Chocolate brownies, a half finished Christmas tree and a full eight hours sleep.  EIGHT HOURS!!!   
After a fortnight of working till after midnight, sewing machine whirring regularly at 1 am, erratic eating, baking at midnight - finally, I can see light at the end of my owl tunnel.  Just four owls to go...
These are three of six owls that went to Edinburgh last week.  I love these fabric combinations.

Monday, 10 December 2012

Love at first touch...

Ten months in, and this is my first Christmas trading as The Sherbet Patch.
Phew!!! November - busy, busy, busy.  
December - swamped with order deadlines, but today I can see a chink of light in the owl paraphernalia that has slowly taken over my front room.  I'm on the home stretch with my order book,  and there will be room for a Christmas tree after all!
Exhausted.  And looking forward to a two week break over Christmas.  The last time I had more than a day off from sewing was July.  Self employment is tough,  but satisfying.  I've learned a lot this year.

I source my material from many different places - online, independent retailers, Liberty, John Lewis...Brick Lane.  However,  you can't beat the satisfaction gained from unearthing a gem in a charity shop, and the gorgeous (fully lined!) tweed above - complete with original labeling - was found lurking amongst the polyester duvets in a Swansea charity shop.  Love at first touch! 

Monday, 3 December 2012

Snoozy, groovy, floral cat.

Of all the fabrics I have in my stash,  this has got to be my all time favourite!

It is the epitome of 70's flower power,  once an original 1970's St. Michael's curtain, and now a groovy, snoozy cat doorstop.


Sunday, 2 December 2012

By the light of the fire...

11.56 on a gloomy Sunday morning,  a morning just 23 days before Christmas!  How did that happen?  I must admit to being pretty jaded about Christmas,  the magic disappearing once children grow up and away, and Father Christmas is relegated to little more than a cartoon character.  And what exactly do you buy MEN??? 

But there is one thing I do love about cold, December evenings.  A fire - a real, log fire roaring in the grate, and my dad is particularly wonderful with log foraging.

There is something mesmerising about a fire; the flames, the hiss and spit of the logs and toasty toes.

And although I may be missing the magic of Christmas, I am loving the fantastic Christmas fabrics on sale this year, particularly this red reindeer material.  It is a cream and red cotton fabic by Kokka, which has a crisp, timeless, Scandinavian feel to it.

 This week I have also been pondering how easy it is to let friendships slide.  In this age of technology it should be easier than ever to keep in touch, but I must be getting lazy, as I discovered yesterday that a very dear friend got married thee weeks ago and I knew nothing about it!  Admittedly, he lives a thousand miles away in a beautiful part of Israel, but as part of a large group of friends still in touch after 20 years, I was amazed how few of us knew that Shimon had got married and we'd somehow missed it!  Obviously,  men aren't very good at passing on information.  Unless it's a football result...