One of the best parts of summing my week up in a word is writing a list of all the stand out moments we’ve had in the last seven days. You know. Those events that make you stop and reflect. Stand back briefly and watch it going on. Hopefully, appreciating that you are part of it. Admittedly, not all events fall neatly into that box, but enough.
This week, we moved into the “two teens in the household” category. Middle turned 13. It suits her. She is a social butterfly like her sister, with a wide group of friends. So instead of offending any by leaving them out, she opted for a family day out, which will happen later on.
Her older sister and I had fun making the cake for her. The leaves are made from fondant and we used my favourite leaf pressing cutter. I’m pleased with the effect. There was also pizza and a DVD, to finish off the day. She seemed happy. Continue reading
If I’d managed to draw up an autumn bucket list this year, leaf peeping would have been way up high on the list. Not just stepping out of the front door and admiring our local trees. We do that every day and they really are a wonderful sight at the moment. No, I really mean heading further afield and seeing a glorious display.
So this weekend, we headed down to Stourhead, where they do it on a grand scale. We’ve been a few times.
Now, to add to the fun, we had borrowed an electric car for the weekend. To test if it would work for us country living explorers. A Leaf. You can imagine how many jokes everyone managed to fit around going in a Leaf to see leaves. It also became quite a game to see the electronic trees growing on the dashboard. These grew as their father drove more efficiently. Our on board forest peaked at 2 and a bit trees.
Fortunately for us, Stourhead had a lot more trees and they were real. Continue reading
I made this outfit so long ago, I barely recognize it as one of my creations. Except I did. I really did. I remember sitting and working on it for hours. This must be the first dress I ever made that didn’t fall to pieces as soon as I tried to fit it on.
I was 10 years old, or there abouts. Certainly no older than 11. Even at that age, I loved to sew. I didn’t play with dolls much. I never saw the point in dressing them up, only to undress them 10 seconds later. It irritated me. Still does.
No. Bizarrely, I was probably showing signs of being a designer, except I didn’t think in those terms. A doll to me was a model for whatever I chose to sew.
I won the Sindy doll. It was the Queen’s Silver Jubilee in 1977, and our neighbourhood had come together to celebrate. An adult had printed out beautiful invites for all the children and we were invited to a tea party on the green. There was a fancy dress competition and I won as the Queen of the Daisies. Although, someone else must have added the “Queen” part as I remember it being a surprise to me, when I was called forward as the winner. My prize was the Sindy doll. A photographer captured the moment for next week’s paper. I have the newspaper cutting somewhere.
As I received my prize, my heart sank. Continue reading