The Art of upcycling

I was browsing the charity shops last week and I came across a window display advertising the CirculART trail, which shows the work of artists and craftspeople who make things from re-purposed materials. The displays in Charity shops in Cambridge this month are being used to highlight the work that charity shops do to cut…

A mixed bag

  My computer is playing up and until now I haven’t been able to write. It’s not behaving now and this is taking me ages and I’m losing the will to write but I’m determined to do so, between gritted teeth! It’s the middle of A level exam time and my students had mixed feelings about the…

Digging your scene

  As I’m writing this I’m listening the wonderful high camp of the Blow Monkeys and already I’m starting to feel positive. When the world seems to have gone to hell in a handcart, it helps to be listening to some of my favorite feel good music. Sometimes the happiness quotient needs a bit of a…

Vintage Rules

It does AND there are none! Or at least only the rules you make for yourself, which you can change and break at will. I’ve loved vintage forever, it wasn’t called vintage back then though, it was second hand, or, even less charmingly called, junk. Call it vintaging, upcycling, re purposing, chazza shopping ( I love that…

Reasons to be cheerful

It was a birthday week here, Philip is now… ageless. Yup, we’ve decided that numbers just don’t matter anymore and if we’d been cavemen, what fun! We wouldn’t know how old we are. Since we have NO intention of behaving age appropriately, EVER, we might as well ditch the numbers too. So it was a…

Small Pleasures

I’ve been relishing small pleasures this week. Sometimes it really helps me to slow down and appreciate the simple things. Get my mojo back so to speak. I haven’t been running barefoot through wet grass (even the thought of that is pleasurable), because it’s been too dry here lately, it’s been cold too, although to be fair…

I’ve been waitin’ for tomorrow (all of my life)

  Title borrowed from, the The; sentiment my own. When I was young, my aunt and godmother, to whom I was very close, had an antique shop. I loved to visit and her presents were always exciting, unique, vintage ones (with the exception of a fox fur stole, unique yes but I was horrified; it was…

Manic Monday

Before I’d finished my breakfast yesterday a cereal bowl had been smashed in the kitchen, shortly after that this was followed by an entire mug of tea, spilt on the new bedroom carpet. I tried water, bicarbonate of soda and then spirit vinegar solution but as it dried I could see a big brown stain forming…

It Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)

I had a bit of a Bananarama vibe going on over the weekend. It started with a small square of Indian cotton, measuring  about 1 metre (more of this later). I couldn’t think of anything that could be made with it that I needed or wanted, until I came across an old denim mini skirt,…

All work and no play…

Made me a very dull girl. In a moment of madness I agreed to teach an Easter holiday revision course. The college I tutor for asked me last year and it seemed so far off that I said yes. Fast forward to the start of last week and having already spent hours preparing,  I  was…

A bloomin’ lovely day in the garden

The weather’s been so good today that we’ve spent much of it in the garden;  after food shopping, followed by coffee and lying about with the Guardian, then lunch that is, so, on reflection, the afternoon has been spent outside. Everything was looking out of shape and overgrown and needed pruning. Suddenly lots of blossom…

Ignoring 9 to 5 and enjoying the rest

I’ve been working for most of the week, the less said about that the better, but that’s not to say there haven’t been a few high spots. I managed a trip to the cinema to see Elle yesterday evening. Isabelle Huppert is amazing and at 64 she looks stunning, wow. Not that age matters but it’s…