Tuesday, 23 September 2014

My Quilting Room..and News!

It's a long one today people so grab yourself a cuppa and a packet of biccies and off we go.  It has been on my mind that I have never shared my quilting space with you and if you're reading this old blog, you're probably quite interested in nosing round it.  I have other reasons for also taking these snaps and recording them here today but more of that later.

So off we go to the top floor of the HenHouse.  The Munchkin kindly made me a sign for my door...



Ss you could not have failed to notice, I already have my beloved Den where most of my crafting takes place.  However, once I became rather obsessed with quilting and started to make a lot of quilts (I think it is now over one hundred), I realised that my old arthritic bones were not going allow me to keep crawling round on the hard wooden floors to baste my quilts.  So I started to think about getting a sizeable table and decided that a table tennis table would be just the ticket.  Massive and relatively cheap!  I shoe horned this into a guest bedroom and popped up there just when I needed to baste and quilt.  It was a Godsend.  After a while, I decided that we could do without the guest room and I suppose I sort of took the room over as my own.  I packed the furniture off to a charity which then gives it to homeless people getting their first council property and the rest, as they say, is history.

Enter zone number two of my mini empire!



It is dominated by that massive table.  Pretty it ain't but practical it certainly is.  This is quite a big room, good job as the table is 5 feet wide and 9 feet long.  It is otherwise quite cute really, with it's fireplace,  built-in tongue and groove cupboards and a sloping ceiling along one side.  This would have been a servants' room back in the heyday of this house, it is noticeable how much less elaborate the features are as you progress up the house.



Over in the corner, I have a rather fetching old kitchen cupboard which I bought from some favourite sellers on Bridport's street market.  Inside, it has its original red gingham sticky-backed plastic lining the shelves.  



On top, my lovely working vintage machine was a £15 bargain from the same street market and is accompanied by other bits and bobs of the vintage variety which I have picked up on my travels.  The cute spools mini quilt is a Camille Roskelly design. 



Over on the other side, I have my desk and all its useful books, notions and so on.  The vintage typewriter was £3 from a car boot sale whilst in contrast, the desk, shelves and chair are modern from Ikea.  My beloved Mac lamp was an Ebay purchase (splurge!)  The rather pretty rose print curtains are also vintage and came from a now closed-down shop in Dulwich for £10, or was it £15, I cannot remember.



This felt fox was made using a pattern in Mollie Makes magazine. I love the spines on the vintage books.



My much loved Sylko cotton reel drawers are in pride of place.



This blanket was my first ever crochet project.



Next to my desk, I have a set of Ikea shelves which houses all sorts of things including backing fabrics, quilt batting, magazines and lots of little crafty makes, many made on workshops with Julie Arkell.



I store some quilts on top.



The focal point of the room is the little fireplace which I've highlighted with a pretty green paint (a mix of various shades).  It is home to some more handmade papier mache and stitchy creatures and some fab old vintage sewing bits 'n' bobs.



So finally, the last wall looks likes this.



There's my favourite quilt alongside a makeshift old quilt ladder.



The quite splendid vintage kitchen cabinet came from Ebay.  Not my best purchase, we travelled to Hampshire and back to collect it only to find it was in pretty awful condition.  Thanks to Mr HenHouse and his patience, it has now been restored to its former glory and most importantly, is home to all sorts of lovely goodies.



In the top, I keep a lot of my vintage haberdashery finds which are a particular weakness of mine.



I lined this section with pretty Liberty print wrapping paper which can be seen when the glass doors are shut.  The drawer is home to some vintage millinery flowers and my prized hand painted belt buckles.  The middle cupboard has tins of yet more vintage haberdashery and also some of my vintage felt collection (I think I can now call it a collection!) In the bottom is my motley pile of old shirts and sheeting fabrics which I've been amassing for a few years now. 


Anyway, now to the news.  Are you sitting comfortably?  On Sunday, I finally had reason to pile up all those quilts...



...take out all my beloved felty needlecases...



...and get packing!


I've been meeting kind and helpful friends in car parks for boxy handovers.



In the better moments, I've been drinking celebratory champagne with my partner-in-crime, Mr HenHouse.



And otherwise turning the HenHouse into cardboard city!



Not just my quilting room but my Den too.  Yikes!



That's just the tip of the iceberg.  I'm pleased to share with you that the time has finally come for us to realise our dream and perform our very own escape to the country.  In just over a week's time, the whole of the HenHouse will be packed into quite a lot of vans and moved many miles away to our beloved West Country.  

So my friends, I hope this goes some way to explain my continued sporadic posting recently, there has been an awful lot going on for the last six months, and to let you know that it's going to be a little while until I shall be back here again.  It's so long old HenHouse and hello new.  Next time, there will be a new HenHouse, a new Den and all sorts of exciting stuff to look forward to.  We are ready.  Well, we will be when all those boxes are filled!  

Cherio X

P.S.  Please make sure you link back properly to any repinned/posted pictures.  Thank you. 

Sadness

It is with a heavy heart that I share some long overdue news with you.  So so sadly, over the Summer break we had to say goodbye to not one but two of our utterly beloved furry friends.


Vorey was ill for a while but maintained his happy little self; he went downhill very rapidly in the end.  So sad to see him like that but he lived to a ripe old age, (especially considering he was hit by a car when young and lost his tail), and had a happy life in a loving home.  Hand on heart, I can say a more devoted pet you would not find.  My little shadow.

As if this was not cruel enough, just a month later, we found Jacky Ginge was completely not himself on the morning of Bank Holiday Monday.  We rushed him to the emergency vet nearby but there was nothing they could do and we had to say goodbye.  


I cannot say that one way or the other was worse.  Jacky Ginge's death was such a shock and devastating but at least we had not had to see him weaken as we had Vorey.  Jacky showed no outward signs of illness so the end was very sudden.  He was a very characterful cat and also very friendly, always the one to sit on visitors' knees, he did love company.  I no longer have my lazy half hour in bed crocheting in the morning, it just isn't the same without him on my lap, hogging the candlewick.

Oh dear.  We do become so very attached to our furry friends, don't we?   Devastating as it has been, I am very grateful for every moment they have been in our lives.  They had their own characters and will never be matched but I think you have to accept the sadness, appreciate the positive years and move on.  We'll always always remember them.

RIP my beautiful boys, Vorey Puss and Jacky Ginge.  Much missed. 
Xxx

Monday, 15 September 2014

The Brocante

The Summer has flown by so fast that when I look back through my photos to select some to base a blog post upon, some of these events feel as if they happened aaaaages ago when in reality it was just a few weeks or so.  I'm going to take it as a sign of a good Summer.

Rewinding back to the end of August, we had a rare weekend at home and I was pretty glad because I had an outing planned.  Off we set in Delia Disco (that's our new car, christened by The Munchkin) for the pretty rolling countryside of Sussex.  We flew past perfect village greens, cute public houses promising scrummy home-cooked food and the most gorgeous crooked cottages replete with leaded multi-paned windows and gardens full of hollyhocks. The stuff of English fairy tales.  Finally, we found ourselves in Wisborough Green and it lived up to all those images one has of the quintessential English village.


On the green, the cricket match was taking place which the boys enjoyed but I was more interested, I confess, in that large white  marquee in the distance.  It promised to have many delights inside in the form of the Wisbrorough Green Brocante.  We were early so we had a chance to stroll round the green and take it all in, bumping into a few old friends for a natter along the way.  


I bet that just like me you like a good nosy at the local houses, especially if they are lovely cottages awash with character such as these.






A longish queue had formed outside by the time we returned from the charity shop (with a bag full of gorgeous linen and haberdashery!)  It soon dissipated as eager shoppers thronged inside.  If I have a complaint about the fair it is that it was a bit too busy.  They would have done well to have operated a "one way" system inside the marquee and better controlled the numbers inside at any one time.


Anyway, right inside the entrance, I was thrilled to see a lovely young lady and favourite seller of mine, Emma from Velvet Ribbon.  She has a great eye and I fell greedily on her fabrics for sale.  Stash maintenance is a subject I take most seriously.


I would say the theme of this fair was definitely along French and faded lines.  There was a lot of painted chippy furniture, pastel coloured enamelware and linen textiles.  There were some lovely handmade items too and it was necessary to exercise restraint on the purse strings!








I didn't take a lot of photos, it wasn't really possible with the volume of people.  Some of the stalls were incredibly packed in, I had to walk round several times to get to look at most things (I expect I didn't see everything).  I'm sure this is great for the organisers but doesn't make for the best experience for the visitors (who had paid to get in).

The pubs in the village also fitted the bill perfectly and were very quaint but there was an hour wait for lunch at this one.  I think Wisborough Green had been besieged by treasure-seeking ladies of Sussex and beyond!


All in all, we had a lovely day out; the weather was kind, the setting glorious and I was most happy with my purchases, mainly of the fabric kind.  (Roses still blooming in the garden.)


It wasn't long before I wanted to get my hands on those lovely textiles.  A spot of patchwork and quilting then.


Some more flea market bags were born.  I love making these, get a thrill out of coming up with something so pretty but decidedly useful.  A few remain in my Etsy shop but others have been re-homed already.




I now have one last order on my commission books this week and then I'm going to be taking quite a break.  I'll tell you more about that next time. Xxx