Scrappy Christmas

I hope you all had a splendid Christmas. 

We kept ours quite low key around the house and on the presents front. The boy is very happy playing with anything so it feels silly to buy him too much stuff. His especial favourite thing is to do a little tiny sick and then run his fingers through it over and over again on the carpet, which is the kind of fun Santa just can't provide. We got him a big cardboard box with ball-pool-balls in it and it was a total hit, I'd highly recommend it as a gift and it looks dead generous under a Christmas tree.

Jack and I didn't get each other gifts but I bought myself some tap shoes and a quiche tin: and now I spend my evening baking quiches while I practise my new hobby and it makes me very happy.

We didn't get a Christmas tree either: just pulled a branch out of the bin at the garden centre and scarpered. I decorated it with baubles left over from my junk peddling days (some still with prices on) decs from Will and Lu, and Jenny and paper fans from Leonore of Totnes Market fame.


The wrapping paper I got on a massive roll at a car boot and has done Christmasses and birthdays for nearly 5 years now. Bonza.


On my side of the family we like to partake of a little Christmas quiz/challenge each year and I made the trophy this year. I was very proud of this ingenious construction using only small change, sellotape and a toilet roll - it's dead good no? And it has actually monetary value which is good for increasing competitive spirit: it's worth about £3.75 by my reckoning. 

So all in all Christmas was a thrifty one. Does anyone know what age kids start to get excited about Christmas? I hope we can get away with it again next year.



p.s. - Jenny still has decs for sale and they're amazing, I really regret not getting a velvet nude.


The Hippodrome

We went to the Hippodrome at Great Yarmouth - and it was really good. 
I need to go back because I forgot to take any pictures: I was a bit preoccupied with the baby. The baby is now 6 months old and apparently all grown up: he was totally fine through the whole show, through the flashing lights, through the very loud pop songs*, through the 4 motorbikes honking around making the place smell like a motorway tunnel and through the darkness, stuffiness and unique odour that only an Edwardian circus building can provide, so that's good - sturdy little bugger.
If you're ever in the area you really should go see one of their Spectaculars.
It's the only surviving purpose-built circus building in the county and it's really great to see such an architectural gem being used in the proper way. The main arena even turns in to a swimming pool for synchronised swimmers to perform and clowns fall out of boats etc.
The Christmas Spectacular is just the right mixture of spectacle, danger, kids from local dance schools, hammy acting and gammy 'sexiness'.


*Mikhail from Romania doing a sexy aerial routine in a very small leotard to Coldplay, bit of a highlight.

cara-van

After a good few years languishing on my parents drive and having suffered a considerable build up of shite my caravan is finally back in my life. It arrived on a rose tinted evening after a day of heavy rain and we ran it very nearly in to our newly planted cherry tree but not quite - the stick of potential lives to grow another day.
Maggie got in it straight away and none of us noticed she hadn't come out again until long after we'd locked it up and gone inside for a cuppa. She didn't seem to mind though.
Now I have to get round to clearing it out and making sense of the beast and then it's going to be a playing space for the babe and a sometimes emporium (grown-up playing space) for me.

Highlights of my local industrial estate. Part 1.

Well here we go: this is going to be a total return to form.
Oh yeah!
I've moved house now and am quite settled and very happy in my new place: I think the tousled spaces and industrious nature of a small town suit me, I don't miss London at all actually. The other day I was listening to the radio when a piece about cycling in London came on just hearing some of the stories gave me a knot of adrenaline that I didn't appreciate much. I realise now that I had a background hum of tension that it's nice to be rid of: it's dead good to be somewhere that people stop for you at pedestrian crossing and don't shout at you for riding a bike.
Anyway.
I walk a lot - mostly with a sleeping child in a pram, and one of my favourite things is to stroll the run-down industrial estate behind our house and fantasise about starting a print room there . . . I would have it in this building in case you're interested. I love the square front butted onto a standard warehouse back.

And someone else can have this building for a massive studio. Any takers? I'm sure they'd chuck the boat in if you asked nicely.

There are a lot of buildings that I think might be the same era as our house (update on that to follow) and I like the boxy features, if we ever extend our house I will come back here to get inspiration for the details.
And finally a gratuitous shot of some weeds, handsome weeds no?

Mary E Black

Found this really nice archive of weave samples by Mary E Black - you can browse the whole collection here: https://novascotia.ca/archives/black/default.asp.



















More Flowers

Playing with flowers again. Enjoying the refraction of water in a vase.


Hilma Af Klint

Have you heard of Hilma Af Klint? She was an artist and mystic from Sweden. And her work is pretty magical don't you think?