It’s the end of the month which means it’s the end of the August photo a day challenge and I have two days to catch up on. I have decided not to partake in the September one, mainly so I can concentrate on blogging about the crafts I have been up to but also to stop boring people to death with my less than rubbish snaps. Depending on the prompts, I may do the October one if I miss it though so never say never. Anyway, today’s hint is ’10am’, so naturally, being as it’s a weekend, any sewing enthusiast would relish the time to pursue their current stitching project. So this is what I was getting up to at 10am this morning and have only stopped for my tea and toast dinner break 🙂
Yesterday’s hint was ‘nearby’ so I thought I’d share this gem. Last week we went to The Herbert Art Gallery and Museum which is very close (a 15 minute train ride) from our home. It was a lot bigger than we expected and was such a lovely place to visit. On arriving, you are greeted by this giant (and still functional) ribbon weaver which after watching an attached video of it working, is a marvelously effecient and incredible piece of machinery. We found lots of other craft related treats that I will probably go into at a later date.
The summer journal has also reached it’s last day today, which is a shame because out of the two topics, I have really enjoyed answering the questions. It has given me a chance to learn more about other bloggers and vice versa and certainly started some great conversations so thank you to everyone who has provided such lovely chatting for the past few weeks and of course to Fanwy, who very kindly provided such interesting prompts for us to yabber on about.
Yesterday’s was: “If nothing ever changed there would be no butterflies”
There was no question with this but I presume it meant to ask opinions on change. I think change is good, but I like to know about it to prepare myself beforehand. I like to feel secure and that I know where I am, so usually I favour a not too changeable lifestyle. On the other hand though, I still love adventure and excitement so change is obviously good, just in a refined way hehe.
” “Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity , to what we would have others think of us” – Jane Austen. Would you agree?”
I completely agree. I don’t class the two words with the same meaning, although sometimes they do work simultaneously depending on the context. I am not vain at all, I actually hate looking at myself and shy away from any photo’s where I am not goofing around and have to be serious. But I have a huge amount of pride in myself, as in I would be too proud to go out without being clean, smelling nicely and wearing suitable attire. That isn’t because I want to show off, but because I have been raised that you have to take pride in your appearance and basically not go out of the house ‘like a tramp’ as we used to get told if our teeth weren’t brushed. And rightly so, too. I certainly don’t dress up like I’m going to a ball when I leave the house and never feel I look nice, but being clean and not looking like I’ve just rolled out of bed makes me feel comfortable and with a little bit more pride in myself. If I ever leave the house with greasy hair or with dirty clothes on I just feel paranoid and even more ugly than normal, which isn’t fun. That’s not to say I am proud of my appearance, far from it, I would love to change nearly all of the way I look, but just that I have too much pride to appear unwashed or grubby and not to at least try and polish a turd 😉
My stepkid’s and I made these for theirs and their Dad’s pudding so is my ‘dessert’ photo a day entry. They were really simple to make, just standard cornflake cakes, but as we had run out of Tate and Lyle’s we just used gingerbread coffee syrup instead. They may not look to appetising, but I am told they are ‘perfect for breakfast on Christmas’ and these are the only ones left from a huge batch so they must be quite nice 🙂
Today’s summer journal prompt is: ” ‘If you tell the truth then you don’t have to remember anything’ Mark Twain. Write about a time you made an excuse and were almost found out”
I totally agree with Mr. Twain, I also don’t have a good enough memory to be able to uphold a fib and hate being lied to so I endeavour not to lie and be a hypocrite. On the whole, if I tell a porky it is usually to protect someone or in order to uphold a surprise. I can recall a long time ago I had a hospital appointment for something quite sensitive and it happened to be falling on a day when I was supposed to meet my sister. I knew it would worry her senseless if I told her about having to go so instead of being honest with her I pretended I was unwell (to be fair, it wasn’t that far from the truth). Trouble was, the hospital I attend is a train and bus ride away from here and of all people to spot after getting off of the train whilst running for the bus, my sister appeared. After me cancelling she had made an impromptu trip to the city for a shopping trip which meant I had to very sneakily avoid her and hop onto the bus. I also knew that I had to get the same bus back from my appointment to catch the train so more ducking and diving would ensue. It was all pointless in the end though as she found out anyway because I’m such an awful liar and so I have given up trying to conceal the truth from her now as she can see straight through me! 🙂
Before I use this photo for the ‘dull’ photo hint, I don’t mean to offend any art critics so apologies if I do. After my visit to the Tate Modern, I was quite shocked by how much Waterlilies by Monet was lacking in vivid colour. Obviously being one of a set, this was painted somewhere between 1890-1930 so could be why some of the colour has been lost. Of course it is still beautiful and awe inspiring, that is unquestionable and it was a conversation starter which in my opinion is a big part of art (as is being a poet who didn’t know it hehe) 🙂
Today’s hint was ‘travel’ and although this picture might not be all that inspiring, it was our view from the steam train we took a ride on which was very awesome! I may just be being a hopeless romantic, but there is something so magical about this mode of transport that takes you back to a bygone era. It was so very nice pretending like we were in some kind of Hitchcock film that we all want to go on another one!
Not really, depends on ease at the time. When it’s too hot, I need a quick clean fix or I’m really grubby then I’d have a shower. If it’s cold, I’m unwell or want to relax, I’d soak it up in the bath.
“How good are you at ‘loving’ yourself”
Ooo, that’s a bit of a deep one Fanwy! As much as I know that you should love yourself, nobody is perfect, yadder yadder… the answer is not very. I don’t think it is easy for anybody insecure to love themselves and I truly don’t always see a reason to do so. I am happy being quietly confident enough to stand up for my opinions, defend myself and be friendly to total strangers and don’t feel like I have ever had to love myself to achieve this. I give all of that spare love not wasted on myself to others which is a much more rewarding thing and stops me from being ‘up myself’ or arrogant which I think are both very ugly traits 🙂
Chainmail seemed to be a perfect candidate for yesterday’s photo hint ‘mail’. This lot was at the battle of Bosworth museum and would have been worn by the soldiers fighting amongst the rabble. Image lumbering round with this lot on your back? Not for the faint hearted!
Today’s hint is ‘breakfast’ and as I don’t eat in the mornings, I thought I would just photograph one of my favourite films instead with the word in the title hehe. Cheesy as they are, I love the 80’s brat pack movies and this one is the best in my opinion. So much so that my sister and I have so many quotes from it that we regularly use in our normal speech pattern.
I think Andy Warhol said something about never having too many shoes, but I’m afraid I don’t share his opinion. I have a few pairs of shoes, a pair for when it is is really cold and rainy, 2 pairs for the sunshine, my wellies and my ‘mucky’ shoes for painting/gardening in. That is all. They are all practical but still pretty and get used regularly. I have never owned a pair that don’t get used as I think it is totally unnecessary and a waste of money. Everybody has their ‘thing’ that they like though, so fair play to anybody with a penchant for feet holders. It’s just not me, nor are the gloves, I have one pair. The female side of my whole family seem to have an obsession with handbags, my mum and gran have so so many but prefer to use mainly just one in particular but again, that’s not me. I have a bag that I love and use that to death until it falls apart. Then I try and stitch it up or mend it in anyway I can until it’s Christmas and I may get a new one.
“List 5 trees that grow within half a mile of your home”
English Oak (a fair few acorns have been collected from this one), Ash, Aspen (these remind me of caterpillars), Elm and Crab apple. I think these are the names anyway, I am no tree surgeon though so may be wrong. I associate them with certain characteristics. Oak is the acorns, Ash is the non singular leaves, Aspen is the caterpillar one, Elm is the oval leaved one with coarse bark and the Crab apple is the one with the obvious little fruits. Anybody more in the know than me please feel free to correct me as I am probably wrong 🙂
‘Fragrant’ gave me a good excuse to share the above photo for today’s prompt. This was at the back of the apothecary at the Black Country museum and would be commonplace in a pharmacist’s back garden during the Victorian era. The smell oozing from all the herbs and spices was so beautiful and would have provided the key ingredients in all of the weird and wonderful potions dealt out to cure patients.
Yesterday’s summer journal prompt was: “Summer fashion! Tell us about something you once wore that was a mistake (even if it’s only with hindsight) or about a trend that you considered a mistake in general – and that you refused to join in”
There are way too many examples of outfits I wore that I thought were a good idea at the time and that are now cringeworthy. Because summer fashion was mentioned, I thought I would share something that was a bad idea during a very hot evening, which is of course the above image. It was July and I was going to a fancy dress party so for some reason I thought it was a good idea to wear a Darth Vadar costume complete with a sweltering hot mask that I could barely breathe in. I was so committed (or stubborn) that I kept it on for the entire night and I can safely say I drank a fair few diet coke’s to keep me hydrated! I wasn’t the only one with a silly outfit on though, the girl next to me was wearing a fleecy onesie! *shudders* I am very pleased that I now (in my opinion) have grown past my teenage I’m going to wear the most ridiculous things phase and have a much less stupid idea of what is a good thing to put on. As far as a trend that I didn’t partake in, I think the one my friend’s did as a kid was braiding their hair. I have never done that, after seeing one of them having to have it cut out I think I was put off of the idea, plus there was no way my Mum would have agreed to that.
“Write about the longest journey you made in summertime”
Definitely the trip to South of France and anybody that has been there will tell you how boiling it is during the summer. I had to get a train from Rugby to London Euston, then a tube to Waterloo tube station where it used to be and then I walked to the Eurostar. The trip from my hometown to Waterloo had already taken 2 hours and then after the 2 hour 30 minute Eurostar journey, 4 and a half hours had already been clocked up. Then after a metro and taxi ride and jumping onto a double decker SNCF TGV for a 4 and a half hour journey, followed by another taxi trip, I finally arrived at the cruiser, our final destination (until the same journey two weeks later). So all in all, it took around 11 hours give or take, which considering how far it was to travel to, wasn’t really that long but it was baking hot and laborious so everyone kind of collapsed once we realised we could say goodbye to trains and taxi’s for a while 🙂
The top image is my entry for yesterday’s ‘decorate’ photo a day hint. This was of course the display of ceramic flowers over and around the tower of London to commemorate the fallen soldiers of world war one. I am really glad I got to see this in person because it truly was breathtakingly poignant and beautiful.
Wednesday’s hint was ‘before bedtime’, which is usually when things of that day get reflected on, usually with me and my OH rabbiting on to each other about what we have been up to. So on Wednesday I went to my childhood holiday destination, Mablethorpe, for a nostalgic trip back before my sister jets off to Australia :-(. Nothing had changed at all, still all the same and I just managed to get a fairly deceptive photo of how sunny it was before we got caught in the rain.
I wanted to share something more craft related for today’s hint, ‘words’. I don’t often stitch letters but for Christmas last year I sewed the ‘litany against fear’ quote from Dune for our friend’s gift. I created the pattern myself, using the Atreides house symbol as a border. I sewed a present for everybody and other than my OH’s gift, I was surprised that this took the longest. Hopefully one Muad’Dib would be happy with!
Wednesday’s journal prompt was: “I am a person who works well under pressure. In fact, I work so well under pressure that at times, I will procrastinate in order to create this pressure.”- Stephanie Pearl-Mcphee. Discuss…”
Good for Stephanie that she has the ability to do that but I don’t procrastinate on purpose, that all comes naturally. I literally tie myself up in knots overly worrying about really insignificant things that they almost always get done in time and usually way in advance. Last year’s Christmas is a perfect example of this, when I decided I wanted to make everybody a gift, I got so paranoid that I wouldn’t get it all finished in time that I starting stitching away in April to make sure it all got done. I am so eager to make other’s happy and over think things that I apply tons of pressure on myself, most of the time unnecessarily, but it works as it gets the job done and I end up with spare evening time to spend on my other projects. I do sometimes wish I wouldn’t get so sentimental about trivial things though.
“Music, the food of love? What do you think?”
I totally agree. There are a barrel load of songs that remind me of the people I love, usually recalling special memories of them that I can’t help thinking of every time I hear them. With most people it is one specific song, but my OH and I have an awful lot of ‘songs’. To demonstrate, here are just a couple of examples:
OH: ‘Always’- Erasure, ‘It’s no good’- Depeche Mode, ‘Tower of strength’-The mission and ‘The safety dance’-Men without hats. That is just a few hehe.
Boo (sister): Literally every song from ‘Alice in Wonderland’, as well as most Disney tunes.
Pi (brother): ‘Champagne supernova/Talk tonight’-Oasis and ‘Yesterday’-The Beatles.
Mum: ‘Always a woman’- Billy Joel, ‘Towerblock’-Julia Fordham and ‘Love is a battlefield’-Pat Benatar.
Dad: ‘Ghosts’-Japan, ‘A different corner’-George Michael and ‘Forbidden colours’- Ryuichi Sakamoto/David Sylvian.
Grandma: ‘Don’t treat me like a child’-Helen Shapiro.
…As well as a swamp of songs that remind me of certain events (that I won’t bore you with). I think it is amazing how music has the power to associate itself with a particular person or occasion and the ability to make you feel incredibly happy and also incredibly sad.
“It’s better to take a risk than miss the moment. Tell us about time that you grabbed with both hands…or maybe you didn’t…?”
On the whole, I am certainly not a risk taker, mainly due to the fact that my health holds me back from being, as well as the fact I worry consistently. When I was younger though, I was a lot more carefree and used to go on little adventures all of the time. Looking back, it was very naive and silly of me to do some of the things I got up to, but I had such a lot of fun out of it that I can’t regret those times too much. Once I had the opportunity to go out for the day with a very newly acquired friend that I didn’t know well at all. We decided to just get in the car, drive somewhere and hope to find something fun to do once we arrived at the non designated destination. Although on the journey I was still not sure whether the driver was a mad axe murderer, I was relieved to find that we ended up at the seaside, spending most of the day playing in the sea which was a much needed boost of happiness for me then and that friendship blossomed into being one that saw me out of a pretty dark time. So that’s a good example of when taking the plunge is a good thing, unfortunately a lot of other examples of the ‘YOLO’ (my stepkids tell me that means you only live once) attitude aren’t so great. Although my rebellious nature has dwindled, I still appreciate every second I have on this Earth and try to grab opportunities that come my way, busying up my time and making the most of it. It is just a lot more planned than it used to be! 🙂
My great grandma used to call a row or fight or in fact anybody slightly aggravated as being in a bit of a ‘to-do’, so when the photo a day hint is that phrase I decided to go with her terminology meaning. This very poor picture was from the huge Battle of Bosworth reenactment, where there were several hundred people (I think, I couldn’t count with them running about with weapons) having a very large ‘to-do’. It was actually a lot more epic than my photo shows, quite intimidating really having all these big burly blokes all armoured up running headlong into each other waving halberds and poleaxes about but was a brilliantly entertaining way of depicting the bloody side of this time period. I’m sure the person next to us with a super duper zoomed up camera would provide some better evidence for this than me!
1. I visited South of France about 8 years ago and while there tried traditional Cassoulet. I am not sure on what the difference is between this dish and it’s counterpart, casserole, but this one certainly tasted like one of the yummiest things I’ve ever had.
2. My dad’s lemon meringue pie. Talking of my great gran earlier, this was also her favourite thing to eat off of his menu. I can remember tasting it only once and really appreciating even as a child his patisserie chefing skills. The tartness of the lemon coupled with the perfectly moreish base was divine.
3. My mum’s Australian crunchie’s. She used to have and possibly still does have an incredibly old Be-ro book full of traditional recipes and this was one of the thing’s she used to make for us when we were little as a treat. So, so yummy, as well as her Yorkshire puddings that were like giant squishy cakes. She got taught how to bake them by her grandfather, who was a baker, so no wonder we wanted them for every meat and veg meal.
4. I love seafood. So when I got the opportunity to go to a specialised restaurant at the seaside, I grabbed it with both hands. The meal was gorgeous, lemon and ginger soaked squid rings (Calamari is one of my favourite foods), tiger prawns and tentacle stuffed with garlic infused crab meat. I know some people would wretch at that dinner, but I loved it!
5. Another nostalgic trip to France, to a tiny bakery with a totally forgotten name. The gent in there was exactly that, allowing us to sample a whole host of what he had created before we chose a torsado filled with creme patissiere and raisins and a wholemeal campagrain covered in linseed, poppy and pumpkin seeds. It might just be that it was a case of getting caught up an iconic symbol of the country or that they were straight from the oven so lovely and warm, but I would love to have these again.
Lovely as that was to reminisce of all those yummy foods, I am now hungry for everything that my pancreas would now reject me eating. Damn it hehe 🙂