A hand made gift for Christmas

Hello. I took a day off the picture project today, sometimes you just have to stand back and look at things. Instead I had a go at making something I saw in a sewing magazine that my friend lent me. It's a really good magazine called Stitch, lots of projects to try. I thought I would get it on a subscription, but I find that it isn't on the Tesco spend your vouchers list. On the web site it quotes �25.50 for one year, six issues. I'll stick with the library books and yoootooob for sewing information. 

I knocked up this fab little bowl in a couple of hours. First I have lots of these dry wipe squares, someone gave me several packets. I decided five squares would be the right thickness.  

Next cut small pieces of fabric, random shapes, and arrange them on the square. I chose a pink and red theme, and added small sequins, snippets of felt, and pieces of wool.

Then on the top I covered it with a very fine see through red net, and on the bottom a piece of red felt, making a sandwich. Pin it together and carry it to the machine, making sure none of the pieces are dislodged.

Set the machine to a zigzag, I started round the edge in ever decreasing squares finishing in the middle. Then trim off the excess to make a neat square.

Next I pinned some blue satin binding around the outside, and hand stitched the corners before I  machined it around the edge with a straight stitch. The magazine article says sew cord around the edge, but I didn't have enough of the right colour. You could cut the plain felt backing larger and fold it over the edge to the front to make the border.

Next fold the square in half and put a few stitches at each end where the pin is. Fold it again in the other direction and stitch again. 

And that makes a little bowl. You could put tassels on the corners, you could make it bigger or smaller. You could put sweeties in it, or make some as Christmas pressies. If you put a gift inside you could add a piece of ribbon on each of the four points and tie them in the middle to close it up. Put beads on them if you like.

I might make some more of these in different colours. Something else to put on my 'to do' list. Do you fancy making one? Go on, have a go. Make someone a gift for Christmas.

Have a nice weekend, Toodle pip.

PS. A comment has just come in on an old post. Thank you, The Reason I Save, you are very kind.

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Time to move on

Hello hello hello, someone has asked a question, so instead of trying to cram the answer into a comment, I will give you the full Monty here in another post. Crafty eh! Look to my readers for ideas on what to write about, saves getting my knickers in a twist as I delve into my many topics trying to decide what to say next. So I'll crack on and bash this one out, then I can get on with other things.

You have the right idea Ilona! 
Were you stressed during your driving days?

Thank you Anon for your question, funnily enough I was only thinking about this when I got up this morning. What part did choices play in my work as a lorry driver? First of all, I could have done the job half heartedly, the bare minimum just to get by, but I chose to put all my efforts into it and do it the best way I could. All eyes were on me, so it was important I did not let myself down. Easy decision.

Once I had laid down my own rules, commitment to the company, look after the vehicle I had been given, look after the load and deliver it in good condition, and return to base with an empty lorry. OK, mistakes happen, it is not a perfect world, but as long as I tried my best, that's all I could do.

There were stresses to address, but mostly these were foisted on me by outside influences. It was up to me how I dealt with it. For instance, I would arrive at a delivery point, say a big distribution depot, and find I had to wait several hours before they could unload me. So, I had choices, rant and rave, no point it did not make any difference. Ask if I could be next on the loading bay because I had another delivery. Sometimes that worked so worth a try. But if I had to wait I would, lie in the bunk and snooze, read a magazine, listen to the radio, or, and this might sound daft, I walked round and round my lorry and trailer 20, 30, or 50 times. I find physical activity very good for the brain, and also of course my body was getting the exercise.

Something else that could be a bit stressful was deciding which route to take, to get me to my destination with the least hassle. Avoiding town centres, peak hours on a jam packed road, and roadworks on motorways. To help me I had hundreds of maps, still got them. As you know I still like map reading. There was lots of choices there, which could have been quite stressful, but I looked on it as a challenge. I still look at a map now and measure a route in terms of how long it will take me to get there, rather than how far is it. A bit of forward planning can reduce the stress levels.

Multi drops could be quite stressful. Sometimes they were routed by the office and I just followed the plan, but often I had to decide which order to do them in. This is where the street maps came in handy. There was one job, I had a trailer load of bicycles, triple decked, three high in the trailer. I set off on a Monday morning, the bicycles were loaded in order of delivery, so if all the shops were open when I got there everything went according to plan, but often they weren't. Half day closing, closed for lunch, that mucked the system up. So then I had the choice to go the the next shop and come back later, that's if I could shuffle the bikes around to get at the ones behind. These were minor stresses which were beyond my control. As long as I had done my best I was happy.

Getting a large vehicle stuck in a dead end street is a bit stressful. No way out but to reverse back. It happened to me in a busy street in London. What I would normally do is park before I got there, and walk down the street and check it out before I drove down. On this occasion I was in a hurry and didn't check. Oooops. Nothing for it but to ring the local constabulary and ask for assistance in getting out. It was too dangerous to do it by myself, and I wasn't about to trust some passing stranger to help me.

Ok, so here's an example of a wrong decision which had disastrous consequences, therefore caused me a lot of stress. I was under pressure from the company to get to a delivery point, discharge my load, and get back to the depot pronto for reloading. I hadn't planned on going back, preferring to have a night out in the cab, because I felt I had done enough that day. I worked it out, reckoned I might just be able to do it within my legal hours, such was my ethos for doing the job to the best of my ability. I saw the gate at the entrance to the factory and threw the lorry into it. Kerrrrunch. I wrapped the trailer round the gate post. Now you can see how that could be stressful. Three days off the road waiting for it to be repaired. After much deliberation I concluded that although the company shouldn't have put me under that much pressure, it was my hands on the steering wheel, I should have said no. What actually brought the seriousness of that incident home to me, was that someone could have been killed. Thank God it was in a quiet road in the middle of the countryside.

Quick answer to Anon, yes, sometimes, but not for long. I treated every day as a fresh new start. I couldn't change what had happened the day before, it had gone, finished, so move on. 

So, today I have moved on from yesterday. I have whittled down the amount of decisions I make. I use the same principals as separating needs and wants. I need to buy a bottle of wash up liquid, but I don't need 21 different kinds. I need to keep my house clean, but I don't need to spend hours running the dyson round. I know I am going to eat tomorrow, I don't need to know what I am going to eat.  Cost determines a lot of what I do now, so the only questions I ask myself, are, how much is it, have I got enough money to pay for it, and then I make the decision, do I actually need to buy it.

If you find yourself overwhelmed with choices, too many decisions, causing too much stress, dump some of them. Banish them from your life, have a declutter. Ok, the big decisions, the life changing decisions still have to be made, but I'm talking about the piddling little decisions, the ones which are taking up valuable space in your head. Space that could be better used for your general well being and peace of mind. Think about what makes you happy and concentrate on that.

I could go on, but I'll stop now. My stomach is telling me to eat, so I will, that's one decision I don't have to make, my body tells me when it's time to shovel something down there. Hmmm, might have some eggs, I'll decide between now and when I walk into the kitchen, about 30 seconds.
Thanks for deciding to read.
Best wishes. Ilona      

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Too many choices make a complicated life.

Hello. Today has brought wind and some rain, but not as much as yesterday. It's also a little bit warmer. I've been sewing, working on the picture. Now I have two trees, a turquoise one and a red one. I was thinking I need three trees but not so sure now. I wonder if I ought to make a few smaller trees. I have made some leaves out of felt, think that's a good idea, but how many shall I make. All these choices. I suppose that's what art is all about, shall I use this colour, or that colour. It's nice to have the freedom, to take it in whichever direction I choose, but with freedom comes many more decisions to make.

Plenty of time to think today, while I sew. Am I the only one who thinks the fewer choices we have makes life a lot more simpler. I am limited by what I can buy because I have a small income. It is not so small that I have to go without, I have enough, but if I had less money my options would be a lot less, so there would be less to think about. I could cope with that. But if I had more money, that would give me more choices, and I'm not sure that would give me a better life.

I like things being simple. When my heating didn't work I didn't have to make the decision on whether to turn it on or not, whether I could afford to heat the house. There was no decision, it didn't work, end of story, so I managed. Making decisions takes discipline. I am laid back, I only make the decisions I have to make, on important matters, everything else gets pushed to one side and I say I'll deal with it later. Like, getting the dyson out, I think about it for a few days, and ignore it. It's not important that I clean the floor today, might do it tomorrow, or the day after.

In the supermarket there are far too many choices, I don't need twenty kinds of baked beans to choose from, or ten kinds of fruit juice or soya milk. And why so many different kinds of cereals. Bran flakes do me fine. I eliminate a lot of choices when I go shopping, I am blinkered as I walk down the aisles. I totally ignore the stuff I don't want, don't even see it. Every so often I will try something new, but only if it is a reasonable price, and only if I spot it while looking for something else. I skim over the shelves, not really seeing what is there, I just look for what I know I want. I have already decided before I go, what I want. I don't have to think about shall I get this, or shall I get that. My mind is already made up.

When I drive my car I have my radio programmed to Radio 2, 3, and 4, that's all I listen to. I don't fiddle with cd's, because then I would have to decide which one to play. In fact I have only got about half a dozen anyway. My radio at home is tuned into Radio 2 and 4, and local Radio Humberside. If there is nothing on those stations I want to listen to, I switch it off. I can play cd's, records, and tapes, but rarely do, I like the quite. I can hear the rain while I type this, there must be a metal cover on my chimney pot, when the rain hits it the clinking sound echoes down into the living room.

I don't do meal planning because I don't want to think about what I am going to eat until half an hour before I eat it. There is no food prepping in my house, my cooking is quick and simple.

It's good to plan a holiday, but not to the point of stressing about it. The bus holiday I did, I didn't have a route, just a destination. No accommodation booked, take whatever I could find. Come back when I felt like it. No worries about missing a bus, there will always be another one. When on my walking trips, I don't plan exactly which route I will take, just a possible route, which always changes along the way. I make my choices while actually walking, because my mind is cleared of everything else.

I have decided not to go shopping this week, so that has eliminated a whole lot of choices.

Eliminating  trivial choices gives me freedom to think about the really important things in life, like happiness and contentment. I often say freedom to choose is very important, and it is, but I don't want so many options that I am overwhelmed. Making lots of decisions uses too much brain power, so I weedle out what is important and dump the rest. When I am deciding which way to go with the art work, all other decisions go out of the window. I want to make it the best I can so other stuff has to wait.

At this time of night I start winding down, it's time for relaxing, for switching off. I've just decided to have some rice pudding, that will be my last decision of the day.

Here is your question for today. Can you prioritize your options, switch off from those that aren't important, and decide which to deal with and which to push to one side?

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How do you like your pasta, hot or cold?

Hello, I like those small pots of pasta salad. There is one with spinach and pinenuts in, love that one, but at �2.15 it's too expensive. The pot is 215 grms, so it's not very big, if I ate one in one go, that's an expensive meal. I am not paying that price, the only time I buy it is if it's on a yellow sticker, and that's not very often. 

Another one I like is cheese and spring onion pasta, �1.35 for 220 grms, not quite so expensive, but when you think of how much a packet of pasta is, it's still too much. 

Today I thought I would make up my own pasta salad. My pasta cost 37p a bag, I only buy wholemeal by the way, and I cooked half of it. When it had cooled down I added grated cheese and grated carrot. Also chopped raw mushrooms and chopped pickled onions. I stirred it all together with four teaspoons of mayo. It is very nice. and a fraction of the cost of the small pots. I have a massive bowl full, this is a pyrex dish, which will last me 3 or 4 days, kept in the fridge. I shall be making this again, as there are lots of variations I could do.  

It's been a terrible day for weather, I've been sewing for most of the time, not much to report. My dinner was a plate full of steamed vegetables, and just for a change I made some cheese sauce. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
Toodle pip.

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Cat steals food.

Excuse me, what's going on here then? I walk away for less than a minute, and some pesky moggy is licking her lips. That was a half eaten cheese sandwich if you don't mind, I would have rather liked to eat the other half. 

Now it looks like a couple of pieces of chewed up bread and a bit of lettuce. Mayze what have you done. She's started to get very naughty just lately. Every time I have something to eat, she is there trying to steal off my plate. It's a race against time, me shoveling it in as fast as I can, and her wet nose getting closer and closer. Anyone would think she was hungry, she gets plenty to eat.

It's been a miserable day for weather today, lots of wind and rain. I went to the craft club as usual. During coffee break I unveiled my latest weaving project, which made a good topic for conversation. Although there's still some way to go with it, it was interesting to get the feedback.

One of our members brought her latest creation to show, Carol has made a pouffe from teashirts. They were cut into strips and crochet'd into a ball, using a huge hook. The inner lining is stuffed with polystyrene beads  It's to rest her feet on when she is sitting in her armchair.

I think it looks quite nice squashed on it's side rather than the conventional top and bottom.

I wondered if any of you crafty people out there do what I do. When I am reading a crafting book or magazine, and see a picture or a particular shape of something that I might like to use in the future, I trace the outline onto a piece of greaseproof paper. Then I can trace over it onto cardboard, an old cereal box, and make a template. Or if I want to cut the shape out of fabric, I sometimes copy it straight onto that. I've got quite a collection of these now. Useful if I am looking for a particular type of leaf, or the exact size heart to fit in with a design.

The wind is blowing a hooli outside, and I am sitting here snug and warm in my knee length thick socks, and a dressing gown over my clothes. No heating on here yet, don't need it. The forecast says we are in for another heatwave at the weekend, that will be nice. Maybe get the summer clothes back out again.
Toodle pip
PS. Jean you asked a question. If you email me I will reply. Thanks.

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The coastline of Yorkshire.

Hiya, welcome back for part two of a day out in Bridlington. After a very enjoyable walk round Sewerby gardens, I decided to walk along the cliff top to the town. There is a train turn around on the edge of the estate, and there happened to be a train about to depart. After a quick word with the driver I decided to carry on walking as it was a lovely warm day, and maybe get the train back. They run quite frequently so no need to make a note of the times, in any case if I missed a train I could easily walk the one and a half miles back. A quick photo opportunity before we set off. 

The tarmac path runs close to the edge, and the views towards the chalky cliffs of Flamborough Head are quite dramatic. The beach at this point is very pebbly, not like the soft sand on the north shore.

The cliff top is mostly a wide expanse of cut grass. There were lots of people about with dogs, and buggy's. I stood for a few minutes to watch this man unpack his hang glider, then battle with it as he checked the wind speed. I was quite interested to see him take a running jump and throw himself off the edge. Is he ready to go?

No not yet, it came crashing down, several times.

He looks as if he is about to take the plunge, here's the train passing. 

No, not quite ready yet, then the cavalry arrived. Two of his buddies dropped their parachutes to the ground to assist. I waited, and waited, nope, not going, he removed his harness. At this point I gave up and carried on walking. Might see them on the way back. (Note added.....they were gone. The weather changed, and the wind had dropped).

Here is another view of Flamborough Head, a bit further down the coast. You can see the long footpath which stretches from the Hall to the town. There are lots of benches to sit down on and take in the lovely sea view. 

There are signs indicating where you can pick up the train. Both trains are running today.

Had to take a picture of this lovely little Morris pick up. The man jumped out and seemed to be in a hurry, I wanted to ask questions. He said it is a 1959, so, fiftyfive years old. Not sure if it is a conversion from a car, looks like it could be. No fancy interior, pretty much original. He even left the key in the ignition while he went on the beach to retrieve his small boat. 

It was a lovely walk to the town, but when I got there I didn't linger, lots of people about. The funfair was busy, flashing lights, lots of noise, and the smell of fish and chips and donuts. I saw someone standing on the train platform and decided to wait. Sure enough a train came along a few minutes later. I didn't know how I was going to get the buggy on board, but needn't have worried, the driver came to the back and lowered the ramp for us to get on. Perfect, in a five minutes we were back at the Hall.

It was half past four when we got back to the car. As we weren't far from Flamborough I thought we would go and have a look. I have been to North Landing before, so this time I followed the signs for South Landing. The road comes to a dead end for motor vehicles, the only ones allowed any further are those belonging to the staff that man the lifeguard station, and other emergency service vehicles.

It's a very steep walk down the tarmac road to the waters edge. Not much sand here, mainly white chalky stones of all sizes, washed smooth by the constant waves lapping over them. Quite difficult to walk over. I knew Rocky would be itching to get in the water, so I carried him  to the edge. He enjoyed his paddle. The light was now beginning to fade, black clouds were looming threateningly overhead, time to head home. It wasn't long before the heavens opened and lashings of rain came down. phew, that was lucky, we made it back to the car.

It was gone 7pm when we got back, then it was a mad frenzy to get everybody fed, Of course I had to wait till last, as usual. It was a lovely day out, glad I made the most of the fine weather.

Today it started off foggy, and is only just clearing at 2pm. Sewing for the rest of the day I think.
Enjoy what is left of your Sunday. Toodle pip

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Visit to Sewerby Hall.

Aye up me ducks, I've been to Yorkshire today. The sun was out this morning so it was too good a chance to miss. I decided to go back to Bridlington and see the north side of it this time. I've never been to Sewerby Hall before, so I checked the web site for opening times and admission fees. That's a nice surprise the estate is free to enter at the moment, and the house and zoo have a small charge. The car park is also free.

There are 50 acres of award winning landscaped gardens, numerous woodland walks, and hundreds of benches to rest your weary legs as you walk around. There's a golf course, picnic areas, Clock Tower Tea Rooms, and the Stables Shop, they even have holiday cottages if you want to stay there. 

The Hall is a grade one listed building constructed throughout 1714 to 1720. Between 1808 and 1856, lots of additions were made to The Hall, and last year it went through a major refurbishment project. 

I must say the exterior looked fresh and clean, and well cared for. 

The archway at the side of the house goes through to the courtyard, with seating for picnics, and a shop.

Clock Tower Tea Rooms, lots of people sitting outside enjoying the sunshine. I took my pack up as usual and sat on a bench at the front of the house, where there is a wonderful sea view.

There was still a lot growing in the walled garden, though some of the beds in other places were empty. Would be best to come earlier in the year to see the beds in all their glory. 

Walking through to the Rose Garden. Not many roses left but lots of greenery and a few flowers.

What a cheek! Oh yes, and Rocky came too. 

Photo not so good, shooting into the sun. Nice colours.

This is The Pleasure Garden, and contains a collection of monkey puzzle trees. They are said to be amongst some of the oldest in England. 

Stunning Sewerby Hall.

We couldn't go in the Hall as buggies are not allowed, couldn't go in the zoo either, dogs not allowed. Not to worry, it was lovely to bimble around the grounds. It's just a short walk to the cliff top from here. That's where we went next. I'll split it here, and tell you about that tomorrow. Too many photo's for one post. If you are ever in East Yorkshire, try and visit, it's lovely.
Toodle pip.

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