Monthly Archives: June 2008

Living in the moment

Yesterday Dee wrote on her blog about how she has been practicing the art of mindfulness. This is something I’ve been thinking about too; my recent experiment with mindful knitting was really interesting, and brought home to me that, even when engaged with my hobby, my mind would often rather be anywhere than in the present.

I was thinking about all of this as I sat eating my breakfast this morning, and I started to notice how many lovely things were right in front of me. The scary thing is that most of the time, I don’t even see them.

The sideboard next to where I’m sitting has a fairly random collection of objects on it. There’s this orchid:

Which is sitting in a pot full of these glass pebbles:

This lion, which I bought for Steve many years ago:

Is sitting next to this fabulous Art Deco breakfast set:

At the end of the sideboard there is an antique marble pestle and mortar, which Steve bought for me many years ago.

There is a vase of lilies, which was on the dining table but has been displaced by my blocking (yoga) mat. The flowers are dead and the petals have been dropping on the sideboard. I’ve spent the last few days walking past them feeling grumpy about the mess.

But as I sit eating my breakfast, the sun comes out from behind a cloud and shines straight through one of the fallen petals, highlighting the intricate pattern of veins:

And finally, my yoga mat is still lying on the dining table where my eyelet chemise was blocking a few days ago. One of my sons has made a pin sculpture:

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One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, four…

We thought it would be fantastic, growing our own vegetables, tending them, cropping them, and eating them, but no-one told us that growing potatoes would actually be fun!

We decided to dig up our first crop on Sunday, as we had friends staying with us and thought serving our own food would be pretty cool. We knew the basic theory: plant a few seed potatoes and they automagically turn into loads of potatoes…

But the bit that no-one told us? It’s like digging for buried treasure, except better because you can eat the treasure at the end! Even Leoma was excited – her tail was wagging faster than my camera shutter!

And here’s our loot: Woo hoo!

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Knitted babe: Ballerina tutu

The knitted babe herself is not coming out in public until her hair is properly done, and as finger-curling individual strands of a linen-based yarn is somewhat time consuming, that will not be just yet.

But, when she does finally emerge, how fine will she be looking in this:

This ballerina tutu is the first item of clothing I’ve made for her, and it was such fun to do: quick, easy and very sweet indeed! I modified the pattern by knitting it in the round, making the straps into i-cords, and leaving the knicker-part of the tutu separate. Here they are: cute and yet slightly weird, all at the same time…

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A walk by the Dorset coast

It’s been a beautiful day today, windy but very sunny. We went for the most gorgeous walk along the coast near our home in Dorset. The beach was a little too windy to spend much time on, but I took some photos of the sea cabbage and sea poppies that were growing on it. The fields and hedgerows behind the beach were looking so pretty, full of wild flowers.

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Vintage lace: doilies, curtains and porcelain

Ok, time for some pretties. Here’s a selection from my vintage lace collection. This jug cover is from the 1920s or 1930s; the beads are a lovely heavy ceramic.

In the 1950s, coloured doilies were all the rage. Here’s a couple:

I inherited these Dresden figures from my grandfather last year. When I was a child I adored them for their ethereal porcelain lace. It feels very special to have mementos from my childhood around me now.

I love these curtains. The top one is crochet and the bottom one I think is called openwork lace. The second one was originally a sofa back cover, but I love it in the bathroom window. It’s made from heavy Irish linen.

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