Wednesday 26 November 2008

1900 Blouse

Here is a little mini-project I've been doing for Orchard House Wardrobe. It's a circa 1900 blouse to form part of a range of outfits for a local college. I used the Laughing Moon School Mistress pattern (I think!), but I had to alter the design to make it back opening at the insistence of the student who refuses to wear a front opening blouse and I added an extra pleat to help fit her size better.

It is made from a pretty cotton print and is trimmed with real vintage laces!

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1900 blouse

Friday 21 November 2008

Tiara commission

I keep a few tiara samples in my friend's shop and a customer commissioned this piece from me.

I call it the 'Lillian' as the wirework is shaped into a lily

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The Delights of the Season

I am one of those people who loves to enjoy the frivolities of any given season and you can probably tell from my previous entries that I love Autumn the most. For some reason, this particular autumn has been full of wonderful things to see and I have had the opportunity to capture them on camera. So as November comes to a close and my thoughts change from Autumn's russet glow to to December's magical festiveness, I thought I'd share my memories of this years beatiful season....

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The moon looking eerie through the trees in our back garden.

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Bonfire party at our friends farm - look at the size of it compared to the man!
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The excellent firework display they always put on and perfectly captured by my clever husband!

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We also delighted in hot baked potatoes, barbecued sausages and and a delicious hog roast!

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Enjoying an evening indoor with my little fluffs!

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Enjoying roaring log fires on holiday.

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Beautiful views at Whitby

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And the abbey looking haunted and mysterious

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Our first wedding anniversary!

Sunday 9 November 2008

Remember

They died in their thousands,
As far as the eye could see,
Unaware of what was happening,
They plundered on instinctively.

In filthy harsh conditions,
They lived for many a day,
In damp and muddy trenches,
No escape to far away.

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day,
The war came to a close,
An almighty silence reigned the land,
For two minutes it's supposed.

Upon the ground where the dead had lain,
A little flower did grow,
Unlike any other,
It's colour redder than the rose.

They grew in their thousands,
As far as the eye could see,
Their colour of the shedded blood,
That was no more to be.