June is nearly upon us and I'm eagerly watching my roses, waiting for them to burst into bloom. Of course June also sees the 'Antique Rose' themed Heirloom Doll Sewing workshop at Domaine De La Salle in southwest France with myself and Nicki of Nicki Franklin Needlework. There are still a few spaces available and all … Continue reading The Chateau Roses
There is a magical place near the sunny south west coast of France called Domaine De La Salle. It's not a showy, shiny chateau with golden chandeliers and shiny wallpaper, it's so much better than that, it is authentic and that is something that is becoming harder and harder to find nowadays. It has one, … Continue reading The Secret Turret
I've had the first chance in a long time to start organising my sewing room. This whole winter seems to have been a string of book deadlines and illness, so I'm happy that there is a little warmth at last in the air.
Last month I hosted my first small workshop here at The Wilderness and it was heaven. There were four of us in all and that was just how I wanted it for the first one. Cosy, intimate and warm. I lit the fire in the sewing room and laid out the table, which in all … Continue reading A Cosy Little Workshop
You were incredible! I want to do it all again. From stitching in a chateau, to lunch in Bordeaux to a book launch in London, it was just great. I'm back now in my cottage, deep in the middle of Autumn and looking forward to Winter immensely. The woodshed is full, the garden is becoming … Continue reading Oh, October…
Many autumns ago, before my daughter was even one year old, I knew an old lady. She had the look of someone who had led a life less ordinary - her hair tied up in a tidy chignon, sparkling earrings dangling about her face like crystal chandeliers, smoky eyes, a slip of pink lipstick, a … Continue reading The Magic Buttons
Tonight is going to be all about lists. A list for my workshop in a few weeks time. A list of deadlines needing to be met for my books. A list of things to be fixed/painted/cleaned/saved from falling down in our ancient house. I may have accidentally bought myself a lovely new Moleskine diary to … Continue reading A Walk and a ‘wee pie’