I don’t know about you, but it’s so easy to find myself stuck in a rut, when we visit a local place. We pop into the same places, using the same routes. I hadn’t realised that I’d started to do just that in Bristol. The children know some places really well. Waterfront is a favourite. We go to lots of events, plus we have an office there, so lunch with parents is not unusual.
This week, we headed to the waterfront again to meet family for lunch. Took the little ferry across the harbour, as usual. It’s beautiful. Having a few hours to kill, the children wanted to go to a couple of shops up in Clifton Triangle. So we set off.
This time I took the back routes. Steep walk from the harbour, but it mainly avoids the busy roads. Lots of new developments since I last walked this route, which wasn’t that long ago. I could still show them mews and the colourful painted houses that Bristol is famous for.
We walked through Brandon Hill with Cabot Tower holding court at the top. The children had no idea about this green space. They reconnoitred the play area and stopped to talk to the tame squirrel. There are already plans to return with peanuts.
It was lovely to show them this other side of Bristol. Not just the bustle and crowds that they find such a contrast to their usual country existence. I must remember to take the less obvious route again. There are so many interesting places and routes to take through Bristol.
Back home, we discovered the first iris had opened in the bulb garden, that Eldest is gradually planting up.
My sweetcorn and squashes are now planted in the raised bed. I’m hoping to add beans next. I may just manage a three sister planting this year. Avoiding the over baking that this raised bed usually suffers from. Fingers crossed.
Joining in with the lovely Fiona’s #CountryKids linky. Where have you been exploring this half term? Anyone else coming to Bristol for the BlogCamp this week? My first one, so would love to say hello.
I woke early this morning and made a bee line for the sewing room, before anyone else woke up. You see, my room lacks a big table, for cutting out. Plenty of space for patchwork, but not laying out a whole dressmaking pattern.
The only table large enough is the kitchen table. Being half term, this has been covered with books, painting equipement, crafting supplies and so on.
I was on a mission. A few weeks ago, while buying the boy his next shirt fabric, my eye fell on the sort of cute fabric that makes the heart of a dressmaker sing. Even for said dressmaker to maybe perform a surreptitious jig in the shop. (Didn’t happen. Not really. Ahem. Looks down at feet and hums.)
It got me thinking. Wouldn’t it be fun to wear. Seeing as I love to sew. Bobbins and buttons on fabric have to be winners. Who buys fabric? People who use bobbins. It must be a no-brainer.
This must be true of lots of hobbies. Maybe even professions. I know lots of people already wear tshirts, tops and ties with their interests on, but just think of all the different designs that people could be wearing. To advertise their trade. To describe themselves, in one glance.
If a dressmaker could have a blouse with bobbins, then a baker could wear a top with cakes printed on it. A gardener could have a shirt of flowers and pots. Faced with a person wearing a casual shirt with spanners and cars on it, then you’d know they were keen on talking about cars.
Maybe someone with bar charts and numbers would happily discuss your business finance. You could check the best setting on your camera, with a person wearing a top printed with tiny cameras. Being in the IT business, I guess I’d need another blouse with 1s and 0s on it.
So many fun fabrics out there.
So I bought the bobbin fabric, and today I figured out I’ve enough to make a blouse. Hopefully next time you see this fabric it will be cut, sewn and fitted. I might even be wearing it. Happy to discuss french seams.
In the meantime, what fabric print would best describe you?
Seems appropriate that my #AlphabetPhoto this week is time to match my blog name. This clock is on the wall, beside my desk.
It is round, but I see it from a different angle, where some numbers appear closer together. Makes me smile. How often does it feel like some hours are shorter than others. My clock seems to reflect this phenomena.
Joining in with the Charly’s #AlphabetPhoto.