Thursday, 27 August 2009

So much to do so little time..........


I have made Damson...now it's plum......


New cushions in linen hand printed
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A mix of linens and hand print



It has been a whole week since I spent a fabulous fun day with Helen , Cocoa and Blankets and her beautiful daughter S. P. in Hebden Bridge, and was totally spoilt, lovely day........
Since then I have been printing and sewing and making jam....and thought you would like a peek.....
Thank you for all your visits I love them so much..
Lots of hugs
Lynn xxxx

Friday, 14 August 2009

Torn between colours......


The lovely colours of Noa Noa..........................


The lovely colours of Saltwater
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I went to the Fabric Factory today (so cheap I indulge myself!)..........................I could not resist buying some of the smaller silk pieces by Designers Guild in Autumn Hues, they made me think of Autumn , France, fruits. And of the new Noa Noa catalogue containing beautiful fashions in a richness and opulence of design that comes with this time of the year.................
Then I bought meters and meters of oatmeal Russian Linen...because I adore the texture and smell of linen, and the shades of Nordic Colours...... the greys, the soft whites and oatmeal's... I would so love some of the clothes from Saltwater fashions ... that neutral winter palette is gorgeous..............
I am always torn.I need two homes and two wardrobes...
How do you cope with this dilemma.....................share your secrets with me!!!
Thanks so much my friends for dropping by Lynn xxxxxx

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Lammas......




The fields are silent now, no bird song early morning, or rustle of the corn
when the wind blows, above us the sky is blue and as fragile as egg shell........
on Lammas Eve the Goddess weeps for the loss of the God who is cut down with the corn releasing his energy and power once more into the land.
I have felt the gentle turn of the year, the mornings are damp, and the evenings more dusky, fruit is ripe and the trees are full. Our fingers are red with blackberry juice, hips and haws in tangles on the bushes grow berry red bright and I feel draw outside now all of the time...as if to cherish and touch the last precious weeks of summer, breathing in deeply as the flower petal's fall in silence..............
Thank you so much for your lovely comments.
Lynn xxxx