Just about bordering on odd, I see things through different eyes.The heading says it all - I live, I love, I craft, I am me...


Random Monday

*I walked 1.87 miles yesterday - some of you may nod in approval, most will go Huh? really?, that is not far..... well it is not .... until I tell you that I was in my garden. Gardening.....

*My coastal crochet blankie is DEFINITELY on the nautical side. The colours are the most obvious give away, as it the name.....  However, it is the tidal effect on the rows that really confirms it. The tide comes in.... as each row is added, then it rushes out (frog frog frog frog). The tidal motion of my blankie is becoming almost as regular as the real one....

*I had to make 'bribe' scones to keep the wolves at the door happy while the fruit cake cooled enough to cut. The wolves then ate that too ...

*I think Autumn has returned. Summer has wimped out and wandered off.

*I am going to put the kettle on - fancy a brew? I am making the most of a lovely quiet house before cracking on with some work** (no - blogging is not work but I allow myself the pleasure of a mug of coffee and a bit of blog hopping and commenting first thing in the morning)

Hope your Monday is gentle and kind and Autumn lets the sun shine a little more this week (please) xx

**well, I say work - it more like this....

  1. do my sketch of the day challenge, 
  2. contact a local newspaper - see if we can get our art weekend in their 'what's happening' page
  3. measure up slate and sketch out a pony's face for a commission enquiry,
  4. Walk Moss,
  5. Wrestle with a publishing programme on my laptop, I need to convert a newsletter into an email format which is proving to a be a little trickier than I imagined,
  6. Drink coffee/tea,
  7. Paint fea...................shhhhhh secret! Will show these some time - promise, just not yet :D
  8. Mock up a photoshoot we have coming up this week for another magazine interview as part of the art weekend.
There will be more things as the day bumbles along - there usually is :D


What a tease

Ooh August you are a cheeky little number - what glorious blue skies after that torrential rain.
What a lovely walk we had on Wednesday, Youngest, Moss and I
The sounds and colours were wonderful.
Thursday proved to have a gentle warmth and despite the stiff breeze
was lovely to be out.
This time, Eldest and I were out with dog and camera. 
So very glad we were! 
My boys - now men - are a pleasure to have around!

Happy Friday 
and good weekend walking


In which I mutter tut tut at August...

August - what do you think you are playing at?
Surely my memories of warm, languid holiday weather has not been misplaced?
So why, dear August have we had to light the fire?
Oh August, you have, I have to admit, teased us with the odd warm day, delicious and welcome.
Or delighted us with clear blue (decidedly autumnal) skies.
And amazed us with stupendous sunsets.
Yesterday you invited us to play outside,
so we did.
Paint pots and brushes and mugs of tea at the ready.... 
then and the crucial moment - you let it rain.
 There was such a dashing and collecting and saving of things before they got wet.
August, I am sure I heard you snigger.
Bad form August.
tut tut


When what I should be doing is ...

Been an up and down sort of day - but I am ok with it.

For a few weeks now, I have been getting reading for a show (along with a group of fellow arties) and today a couple of us plus Himself and Youngest went to the show grounds to set up our stands - we had a total of 11 tables between us and plenty of bunting, signs, banners and balloons to hang.

I dashed out in between heavy showers, loading the car, carrying paintings and sculptures and generally getting ready when I got the call to head to the grounds to set up.

Brollies at the ready and wellies on - we set off. The four of us, plus some lovely helpers from the show committee decked out our part of the marquee with jolly bunting and balloons and with the help of mugs of tea we soon set up. (Listening all the time at the torrential rain on the marquee roof).

We slid off the field and wished each other a happy evening......

Once home I carried on labelling and pricing up my art, wrapping them and generally getting ready for Sunday. 
And it rained. And rained. And rained....

Then, around 9pm, the call came - the show had been cancelled - the field was so drenched that the larger vehicles had sunk to their axles and had to be pulled off - this was the final straw - days of rain, marquee staff refusing to work, slipping and sliding and generally getting soaked .... I am not surprised.

Any hoo - tomorrow morning, we are going back to take it all down. 

The weather is promised to be reasonable. Tomorrow.


Sunday musings

The funny thing about walking - it is hard work.
However, the rewards out weigh the effort required.  The miles, as they pass beneath your feet, seem to help leave behind irks and irritants (you do have to factor in persistent flies who follow you as you trudge up a sunny hill side. They gaily flit around your hot face and crash into your ears or eyes and generally are annoying).

Then there is that hot airless pocket that needs wading through as you walk alongside the hill face followed by a blessed relief as you reach a point where the cooler air begins to move.
That feeling you get, when, once you have sat down and the view is laid out before you, that feeling of relief, of enjoyment, of quiet contemplation - does wonders for the soul.
It gives you the chance to allow the landscape wash over you, absorb you, refresh you. Your eyes drink in the different levels, the contrast of shadow and sun laden fields, the far pale shades of the horizon and the closer sharper greens and browns of the moorland fields dotted with sheep.
The sounds around you are of nature and not man - the sky lark, the curlew, the lapwing.  The distant continuous questioning and responding sheep bleats as ewe and lap separate and reunite across large grazing fields.  The breeze whispering past your ear, the tumble of water on rock, the swish of grass and rustle of leaves as the wind - hot and languid - lazily swirls over the landscape.
The exquisite pleasure of removing warm boots off warm feet and feeling your toes breathe! Or, even more delightful - lowering them into the stream.

So, yes, a plod, a puff and rather warm - but necessary, cathartic and so very good.

Hope you had a good weekend too x


In which I waffle about misty things, crochet things and words x

Thank you everyone who joined in - I apologise for such a 'tardy' link up but {shrugs} with the vagaries of modern life and unreliable internet!

For the time being we seem to have been reconnected - but not sure who with! will find out when the bill lands :D, not going to miss up on the chance to say hello, thank you and waffle a little. It seems ages since I did that.

Thought I'd share yesterday's highs and lows.
The highs?
A rather misty and ethereal walk over the tops to Wycoller and back - incredibly atmospheric, incredibly wet and strangely warm.

And the lows?
My crochet blanket seemed to start so well, I was flying with it - regularly counting the stitches on each row to ensure all was well. Which it was for about 20 or so rows. Then I stopped counting, following the pattern but not the stitch count .... until the blanket was about a metre in height -  so about 58-60ish rows I realised I had lost a stitch or two...ok, better honest....I'd lost twenty (yes 20) somewhere along the line.
I rolled up my 'triangular' work and put in the basket and walked away.

Then the internet took a nose dive. The first day I scribbled and sketched like mad and borrowed the free wifi from the local library however eventually I returned to blanket.

Last night I unpicked over 30 rows - saved all the different colours and wound them up in little cute balls (had to make something positive out of it!) Any hoo, I have returned to the discipline of row/stitch counting and - guess what!? (sigh) it is straight.... lesson learnt.

The more observant will have noticed a new list,  most of the works have a couple of different meanings - so it should be fun to see how you interpret them :)

Here is a reminder - a photo inspired by a word, words inspired by the photo. One from your archives, a freshly snapped one this month - try to think outside the box, we will share and show our photos and stories at the end of the month. Until then xxx

My own choice



July's link up party

Better late than never!

You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Click here to enter

Hawthorn's not quite complete photo hunt!

Still in between internet providers so a quick pop in to add my images and stories - hopefully this silliness won't last much longer.

I have not found ALL the photos I was looking for - but hey ho!

Alongside a jumble of narrow boats at Bank Newton Locks

Pretty begonias in half cooper barrels on Settle Station Platform

E for ....
Elephant Scarecrow tucked away in Kettlewell

A 'See Britain by Train' poster in Settle Station waiting room

My own Choice

Words for the end of July
Starts with an E
My Own Choice


Modern technology can't live with it, can't live without!

With apologies, we are mid changing from one internet supplier to another and the latter in a fit of pique has switched out internet off earlier than expected! I am at present using the data on my cellphone but have no access to my photos or links.
Normal wotsit will return asap - til then...!


She sells seashells on the seashore (I crochet you not!)

A little bit of blankie spam ... Sorry ... (not)

Just loving the pattern (well - not quite- one week's instructions are a repeat - 
and I did not like it the first time round - so went off piste, but then I often do!)
Presently doing week 9 - rows of yummy shells
and as soon as I press PUBLISH
I shall be starting week ten's instructions :)

Hope you all had a lovely weekend,
here is to a happy Monday xxx