Sharing ideas at the craft club

We had a lorra lorra laffs at the crafty club this morning, all were all in fine fettle, I'm sure we must have been heard along the length of the High Street. Folks must wonder what the crafty ladies are getting up to. We never stop nattering the whole time we are there. Such an entertaining lot. 

We also pick up new ideas, the ladies have such a diverse range of crafty talent and like to share. Here is one I thought I would pass on to you. I am going to have a go at this. Stretch a piece of netting from a fruit bag over a piece of plain fabric, and clamp them down tightly in one of those wooden ring things. Then proceed to use the grid as a guide and embroider inside the squares. Lots of crisscross star shapes in the same colour are pretty.    

I think you could also embroider over the top of the mesh, fastening each corner of the squares to the fabric, rather than use it as a template, it could be part of the design. You could also add some tiny beads to the design.

Then when the piece is finished you can turn it into something small like a scissor case.

 Add a few beads for embellishment.

 Put a lining in it.

 And add a bead and loop to fasten it. Doesn't it look cute.

Another member brought in two bookmarks that she has made. Some delicate cross stitching here. She has put a red backing onto them. I love these colourful designs. 

Lots of ideas and not enough time. Must get on, I want to try the sewing through net.
Toodle pip.

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Doesn't she scrub up well :o)

There's only one thing for it today, stay indoors for some pamper time and home comforts. The weather is horrible, lashings of rain and gale force winds. Step outside at your peril. No, best stay indoors. 

I've spent some money today, central heating and hot water needed.

A full body exfoliation, that's a good scrub up in my language, a lounge in the bath, and a glass of vino. Aaah, bliss.  

All sparkly clean from top to toe.

Then downstairs for some comfort food. Lentils, swede, sprouts, potatoes, and onion. Can't beat it.

Enough for two more days. I'm going to carry on with the rug now. The rain has eased off so I might venture out for half an hour. Catch you tomorrow. Toodle pip.

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Not something I need.

Do you ever get those small catalogues through the door? Do you look through them, or do you bin them without a second glance? They are not like the big catalogues where you order loads of overpriced stuff, then get into difficulties with the monthly payments when you fall on hard times. These smaller ones are usually pocket size with about 50 pages, full of gadgets and stuff you have happily lived without for all of your life. I've got one here, it wasn't delivered to my house, but to my friends, I happened to pick it up and have a nosey through it. 

Browsing through a catalogue is like browsing round a shop, they are full of things you would never dream of buying, but if you do it from the comfort of your own armchair, in your own living room, you might be tempted to splash out on something. Oh go on, why not, like the shopping channels, just ring a number and place your order, it's so easy. The thing is, if you hadn't picked up the catalogue in the first place, you would never have known you needed what you think you need, until you saw it on the page. In fact, needed is the wrong word, there is nothing in this catalogue that I actually need. 

Do you actually need a little printer machine to obliterate your name and address from your mail before you bin it? What did we do before this little gadget was invented? We got a pair of scissors and cut it out of course, or even tore it out if we didn't have any scissors to hand. The rest of the letter can go for recycling. So, for �10 you get the stamp, and blow me down, you then pay �6 for the ink refill pads forever after. I'll stick with the scissors thank you very much. 

The mind boggles at this one. A discreet hair removal gadget you glide over your skin and it whisks away unwanted feminine hair. Ok, some might want to tidy up their bikini line, but read the blurb. Why would you want to stow it discreetly in your handbag for goodness sake? So that when you pop into the ladies in the pub and look down, you think golly gosh, and whip your little gadget out! I don't think so!  

Well we've all got to get one of these haven't we? What do we do when our wing mirrors are misted up? We get a chuffin cloth and wipe them. Oh for goodness sake. Throw away �6 if you like, but I won't be getting one.

I can't quite believe what I am seeing here. Strap a bit of foam to your leg when you are in bed. It will cost you �12 to buy it. What! I'll tell you what I do, it works just as well and it's free. I mainly sleep on my back, with a normal pillow half way down my bed, under my knees. When I turn onto my side, I move the pillow to between my knees, just like this. No need to buy anything.

Now this is a good idea. I have two of these back support thingy's, but they didn't cost �10. I got exactly the same thing from the �1 shop. One lives in my car, and the other is on my office chair. I have no backache at all. 

The catalogue is in the bin.
Catch you tomorrow. Toodle pip

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Getting some sun on my body, ok, just the face :o))

YAY, a sunny day, I need to do a bit of tidying up in the garden. Found the old rigger boots, it's a bit swampy round here, and the mud sticks to my feet. One raised bed to dig, and pull out the weeds, then lay the last of the compost heap on the top, before covering it for the winter. Oh, it is winter, ha ha. 

 Mayze enjoying a sunbathe in her garden bed.

The water collection centre seems to be doing it's job after the heavy rain we have been getting. Plenty here to transfer to the flushing station next to the downstairs privvy. That's the large waste bin with a saucepan hanging on the door handle above it. No need to pay for water when it comes free from the sky :o))

Raised beds covered with cheap plastic trellis from the Pound Shop. Stops the cats from using them as a toilet. Unfortunately they haven't used the outdoor sand pit litter box that I made for them :o(

This is my den, a home made greenhouse. The plastic roof is very strong, but the sides need recovering. It doesn't help that the cats climb up it and sit on the top. I have plenty of shrink wrap left for that job, will leave it til the spring.  

It's amazing how this is still standing after all the wind we have had. It's a little sun trap here, pity the view is not very attractive. The back end of a tumbledown wreck of a garage is not something you would want to spend time looking at. I used to build den's in the garden when I was a child, and I'm still doing it now, ha ha.
 

Digging down into the bottom of the compost heap I found lots of these wriggly little fellas, great aren't they. They are now getting settled into their new home, and hopefully turning the raised bed into a fertile heap of muck, ready for the next crop.

There will be the usual basic veggies grown this year. The tried and tested, potatoes, runner beans, broad beans, and courgettes. Maybe one or two others, but I won't be mollycoddling them. They either grow or don't grow. When the weather gets warmer, I want to be off out somewhere.

Once again it's the weekend. I hope yours is a good one. Toodle pip.

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Playing with bits and pieces

What a gloomy morning today. Even though I got up when it should have been daylight, it wasn't, and I had to switch the light on in the kitchen to make my breakfast. It was chucking it down with rain all morning, gradually easing off just before midday. Nothing for it but to get on with indoor hobbies. The rag rug was pushed aside in favour of making cards. I fancied a change, even though I said I might not make any more cards after I had a clear out of all my bits and pieces. An idea came to mind which I wanted to try out to see if it worked. I fancied using fabric. So this is what I started with. Small picture of cats, snippet from an old card, a piece of fabric, and two pieces of hessian wallpaper which is about 25 years old. A roll left over from papering the living room in my first house, ha ha.   

I have some plain blank cards of assorted colours, and this is how I arranged the pieces. Sewn on with small running stitches in orange embroidery silk. I am pleased with it, it looks fab in real life. These pics are scanned by the way.  

Then I decided to try something else. Cut five strips of cotton fabric to cover the front of the card, sewn on with purple thread. Then add a snippet from an old card. I first did a practice card, sewing the strips on with the machine, doing a zigzag stitch, and adding them one at a time. Looked a bit wonky. I might try again, sewing the strips together first, then sewing them to the card.  

The stitching on the inside has to be as neat as the outside. It doesn't matter about the little knots, it adds to the hand made look of the card.

Inside I put a plain paper insert, which is tied in the middle with thread. It is left blank for a message to be hand written by the sender.

I quite enjoy making these, I like playing around with bits and pieces. Keeps the creative juices flowing.

I did take some photo's of my dinner tonight, but there wasn't one in focus, so I dumped them. Shame really because it was scrumptious. I can only describe it. Chop one large onion, add a few chunks of Quorn pieces, a handful of frozen sweetcorn, and cook in a big splash of sesame seed oil. Then chuck in the last of the pasta from yesterday. Add a shake of mixed spice, a teaspoon of wholegrain mustard, a big splodge of tomato ketchup, and a splash of lemon juice. Serve on a bed of raw spinach. 15 minutes to make. Oh boy, it was fab, I scoffed the lot :o))

I'm starting to get itchy feet again, it's been a long time since I went on a big walk. I'm not going till the weather picks up, thinking maybe March/April. It's at the planning stage, checking maps, reading books, and looking on the internet. I'll let you know when and where. Ooooh, excited.
Toodle pip.

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No mucking about here

I was just thinking about my meals, how easy they are to make. How simple they are and how quick I can rustle something up. I have been preparing food this way for many years, using my own imagination when it comes to which ingredients to use. My tastes are simple, I know what I like. I don't have tons of those small glass spice jars, I don't need them. I don't posses a cookery book, I did have one but as I hadn't looked at it for 30 years I gave it to a charity shop. They might be great for those who can't cook very well, or want to try new recipes, but I can cook, and I'd rather stick with the food I like. 

Some people might think that would be a boring way to eat, same old, same old, but I can vary my meals by switching ingredients, which largely depends on what was on special offer or reduced at the supermarket. 

 My theory is that you can spend many hours in the kitchen, preparing, chopping, boiling, stewing, smashing, casseroling, wrapping things in pastry, mixing, mashing, then smothering in sauce, and the outcome is still the same, you serve it up on a plate, it gets eaten, and it's gone. I get the same result with my simple meals, except they take me longer to eat, because I chew every mouthful very carefully and savour the natural flavour of every ingredient. I use the few spices I have very sparingly, so as not to overwhelm the taste of the vegetables I am cooking. 

Life is made a lot simpler by not eating meat. I make a veggie stew, it can be ready in 15 - 20 minutes when I do it in a pan on the top of the gas cooker. Add meat to it, and depending on the cut, it can take an hour or more. Put a meat dish in the oven and you're looking at a couple of hours. I am not on a mission to turn everyone into a vegetarian, each to their own, but from the look of some of the meat on the butchers slab as I walk through the market, it would be more suited to serve it up to the dog. Anyway, that's my opinion, you eat what you like. 

I am of the mind that the closer you can get to raw, simple, and non mucked about food, the better it is for you. Boiling vegetables is sacrilege, I never do it. If I make a stew obviously I am boiling them, but then the water is flavoured with spices and is eaten as part of the meal.  Steaming is the way to go, either in the microwave or on the hob, or in an electric steamer. I prick them with a fork to see how they are doing and remove from the heat the minute they are done. There's no soggy sprouts or mushy spuds in this house.

I am mindful of how much oil I use, it's hardly worth me buying any I use so little. I do like toasted sesame seed oil though,  it tastes lovely. I drizzle a bit on my steamed veg, it gives them a lovely nutty flavour. But, I am on my last bottle which I got from the cash and carry for �1. It might be a long time until they get any more in, so when it's gone it's gone. They sell a small bottle in Tesco for around �1.50, I won't be paying that, so I will do without.  

This is what I had for my lunch. Simple and non mucked about. Salad leaves, coleslaw, and some of yesterdays pasta. I deliberately made extra for my dinner last night, which I had with the last of the cheap home made vegetable soup. Tonight is steamed sprouts and broccoli. 

If cooking is your hobby and you enjoy it, as long as you get the pleasure from all the time you put into it, that's fine. My food is simple slap it on a plate type of food. I don't eat with my eyes, and I don't need to create masterpieces. All these cookery programmes which pile farting bits of food on top of each other, with not enough to fill a gnat's belly, you can keep them. I don't watch them, I've seen the trailers, and the pictures in magazines. What's it all about eh!

Blimey, I should have asked Nellie to write this post, ha ha.  
Toodle pip

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An interesting experience.

Hola Ilona! Estoy de Espa�a! I read your blog for a long time but dont'' write hi. Please blog us about your life in Mallorca, Gracias, Maria.

Hola Maria, thank you for your comment, your wish is my command, but please don't expect any Spanish from me. I learnt a little but now I have forgotten. After all it was forty years ago. 

My first overseas holiday was to Magaluf, I went with my friend Janet, and we liked it that much we decided we would go and live there and find some work. We booked a holiday to go  to Palma Nova the following March. It was a five day all inclusive package trip, but we didn't come back. It was the cheapest way to get there, rather than booking a scheduled flight only. It was in 1973 and I was 24 years old. 

After the five days we had to leave the hotel, or pay for some extra nights. We couldn't afford it and looked for cheaper accommodation, perhaps a flat share. I had met a boy and started going out with him, and when he heard that we didn't have anywhere to stay, he said we could move into his flat with him. It was a relief to have somewhere to go. 

My boyfriend was French, so despite the language difficulties we managed to communicate ok. I have his name written down as Chemari, I have no idea if that is the correct spelling but that's how you say it. He worked on the beach renting out pedaloes, and I used to go down there and sit with him and take his lunch.   

There was an English newspaper and every day Janet and I searched for a job. We were prepared to do hotel work, clean rooms, or bar work, looking after children, or shop work. We went for an interview with the manager of a hotel, but he said we were too early in the season and he couldn't start us until later. A few weeks later we still hadn't got a job and Chemari was feeding us. Every time we asked for a job it was always manyana, come back tomorrow. Our money was getting very low, then Janet ran out altogether, although I had a bit left.

Janet was worried, and contacted her parents, who paid for an air ticket to get her back home. I couldn't do that because there's no way my mother could pay for me. A week later, Chemari gave Janet her taxi fare to the airport and she went home.

I was on my own, with no job. I had almost given up, what with the language difficulties, chasing non jobs,  and no one showing any interest in me, it seemed hopeless. I spent most days either in the apartment or at the beach with Chemari. I had tried to get a ticket on the same flight back as Janet, but didn't have enough money. I was stuck.
  

I started to see a different side to Chemari, he became very possessive and wanted to control my every movement. I remember one time I was sat on the beach while he was renting out his boats, and heard a man speak in English. It was such a relief to hear my native tongue, I started a conversation with him. Chemari became very nasty and accused me of chatting him up. I knew then that I had to get away.

It was never in my nature to take handouts from anyone, and I didn't like having to ask Chemari for money for the shopping, although he was happy to keep me. I still had a bit of my own money left, and wanted to keep that for emergencies. I couldn't get a job, I wanted to go home. Every day I looked in the English newspaper, there was sometimes small adverts from people who had come to Majorca on a package trip like we had, then sold the return part of their ticket because they had already got a job lined up. A few days later I found a ticket, and rang the number. Success. It was a price I could afford, just.

In the few days I had to wait for the flight, I didn't tell Chemari about it. I was afraid he would be angry and destroy the ticket. The person who sold me the ticket provided a car to the airport, there was a second ticket which someone else had bought. We were due to leave at midnight, and I told Chemari I was going two hours before, promising that I would be back. He didn't kick up a fuss and let me go. I knew I wouldn't be going back.

When I got to Heathrow I had just enough money for the train home. That little adventure lasted about two months. I wasn't new at standing on my own two feet, as I left home at 18. I was confident about looking after myself, but alone in a country where they spoke a different language was a bit scary. There were some English people living there, but nowhere near the amount there are today. If I had got a job straight away it might have worked out, but for me to rely on someone else to feed me and put a roof over my head is a big no no. I had to earn my own money, reliant on no one. It was an interesting experience. I was straight into another job when I got back home.
Thank you for reading. Toodle pip

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