A spring in my step

Hurrah! After my first cough free night since last I wrote

I am ready to take on the world.

Let Spring commence.

The sky is blue today and I am always happiest

when the clocks go forward.

Some of us (like Miss Flora Mc Flimsey)

have already re-trimmed our Spring hats.

Under the weather

Sickroom daffodils brought to you by A. Hacking-Cough.

So in lieu of a decent springlike post

may I refer you to a post of yesteryear.

Racing along

This is the torrent of photos

 that was released when the spanner in the blogging works was unjammed.

It doesn't make a lot of sense and doesn't have a neat story

to wrap round it except that this is how spring goes racing along here.

I've been busy making cards
from my old Brooke Bond tea card collection
which wasn't sparking joy but now is,

a cushion for the summer house
from an old curtain ditto,

passion fruit possets,

many more cards,

and looking after this funny little one, 
lately back from New York
sporting the latest in headgear
aka a neck cushion.

A Tale of Two Cities

Once again the family is far flung.

London

grey and chill at 8 C.

New York basking in unseasonal warmth at 24 C.

And yes, I told them to take thermals

because when younger son was there it was -15 C.

We consoled ourselves today with cosmopolitan delights:

The Vogue 100 exhibition, a tuna burger and 

a matcha latte.

But we will be so glad when they are back.

I'm sure Spring will have arrived by then.

Taking Liberty's

I am entirely in sympathy with Jenny Beavan.

I don't often do frocks, and I absolutely don't do high heels.

Would I have been brave enough to face down 

an Oscar ceremony audience in my  Sainsbury's leather jacket?

Probably not.

But.

I think I should have been dressing in the early twentieth century.

Then I feel sure I would have been the epitome of elegance

and grace with a lifestyle to match.

Remember this coat?

I loved these gowns in the Liberty in Fashion exhibition

at the Fashion and Textile Museum.

 Sadly smocking and ditsy florals were more the vogue

by the time I was shopping for dresses

or making them myself.

I adopted a uniform of Levis, granddad shirts, desert boots

and a duffle coat as soon as I could

and the nearest I got to dresses were 40's vintage dresses

from Flip in Curtain Road.

I still have those, but not the size 8 figure.

I remember this Collier Campbell Bauhaus fabric,

but surely it was soft furnishing material?