I can't believe it is one whole year since I launched myself with great trepidation into the world of blogging. The main culprit for getting me looking at blogs in the first place was the author of this, even though she did not have a blog at the time. The first blog I would lurk on regularly was here, she makes such beautiful things and is so productive. I would love to be able to meet her for coffee one day. I was given my initial encouragement and support from here.Quite early on I met thesetwo very clever gals who keep me going. Since those very early days I have come across people who inspire me, teach me new skills and make me laugh so much I cry. So if anyone out there is hesitating over whether or not to start a blog, don't think about it anymore just get going it offers more than you realise.
I am doing a birthday giveaway draw. So just leave a comment (including you lurkers) and I will put your names in a hat ( if I can find one) and the winner will be sent this little bundle..........................
Thanks to you all for your supportive, witty and encouraging comments they mean so much and here's to another year of The Wendy House.
Moving on to Green Tuesday.........
I can't claim to own these, but I featured shoes yesterday so I will carry on the theme.
I have had such a lovely morning, which carried on into the afternoon. Over the last couple of weeks there has been emails backwards and forwards because a fellow blogger was coming to Norfolk. So Zoe and I organised where we could all meet and with the help of Lucy to do all the texting ( because I am so slow) the date was set.
We all met here, feeling excited but a little anxious in case the conversation didn't flow, what a stupid thought that was. 4 hours later we were still talking but had run out of time. Our fellow blogger was the lovely Katie. We met her daughter Martha, sons Owen and John and her husband Geoff. The men were sensible and went off walking leaving us to talk ourselves stupid.
Gifts were exchanged and knitting compared and explained, but not much creating happened. Katie had made Zoe and I a wonderful reversible bag each, using fabric from her Mum's patchwork stash. This held 3 hand spun balls of wool which had been produced locally to Katie.
More coffee was ordered and the talking continued, it was as if we had all known each other for ages.
Zoe had bought us all flowers and chocolates. I can only speak for myself but it was the most enjoyable morning and a great start to the Easter weekend. I would do it again anytime. Have a safe journey home Katie and family.
I know this photo does not relate to this post but this little chap was found longing in the sun yesterday afternoon, obviously just waking up after a very long snooze.
We have had one of those outdoor weekends. Cutting back a very overgrown hedge, taking down a couple of trees and cutting up the wood. Sounds like we have a huge garden, but sadly we don't. Our chickens are on a piece of land we borrow and we pay rent with veg and eggs, also by hedge cutting. I was the go-for loading up and clearing the cuttings then transporting them to the bonfire heap, which I love because I get to drive this...... We had this on loan for the weekend whilst Tim serviced it.( I'm getting nearer to my ambition of driving a tractor) I am thinking of trading my car in for one, I think it would make the supermarket shop much more enjoyable. Fortunately I am a bit out of focus in this photo because I do look a bit gormless. Next job for me was on the chain saw. I know you will appreciate this piece of machinery Steph. There is something very satisfying cutting and stacking wood.
I love days like this where you get absolutely filthy, we also got soaked. You can wear the worst clothes you own and be more productive than you will ever be in your best ones.
After a shower and a clean set of clothes I was able to collapse into the chair to get started on a new project. Can anybody please tell me how to have only ONE! thing on the go at once because I don't seem to be able to manage it. They do say variety is the spice of life so I will use that as my excuse.
Firstly can I apologise for adding the blog links in my side bar incorrectly.(Thanks for letting me know Mel ). When you read this post it may all become clear why I am so hopeless. Having said that I will still blame it on typepad who were having a bit of a shuffle round yesterday. I have put it right now.....................I hope. Angel Jem is organising a bookmark swap and is looking for participants, but I put her link on so that it defaulted back to me ( makes my stats look good though). If anyone is interested go and have a look. Another link I added incorrectly is Gill at Lucy Locket, she has just started her blog so pop over and give her some encouragement, I remember how daunting it all seems to start with.
Going back to the title for this post, something has happened. I have been likened to a Hollywood celebrity. I always had a feeling this would happen sooner or later because for years people have said things like "Oh you remind me of my cousin, sister, brothers girlfriend" or "I know I've met you before". I just put it down to my friendly personality and approach, trying not to scare people to death as I approached them in nurses uniform with a large needle, but no, I was wrong. It is a greater thing than that. Lucy was watching a film the other day when Tom, her boyfriend, joined her for the last 20 mins. It is one of her favourite films so Tom was told to be quiet until it finished. He had never seen this film, at the end he said "Oh she reminds me of someone", "WHO?" replied Lucy, " Your Mum"said Tom. Lucy laughed at this suggestion and then said "Oh yes she is so much like her why didn't I see that before".
I'm sure by now you are all wishing that you too, had the similarities of a celebrity of this status. Well I will share with you who she is. If you have seen the film you will have a greater understanding of the person that writes this blog. It Is ...................................... the lovely yet slightly demented Dory from Finding Nemo.
I'm not too disappointed really, being confused with Audrey Hepburn or Lauren Bacall would have been wonderful but on the other hand how many fish do you know of that keep a blog and can sew. So if any of you are having a bad day the advice from me (Dory) to get through it would be " just keep swimming" :o)
Lucy has found a mini Dory that I can decorate my Crocs with so I am going to have to get one, don't you think.
Yes Katie and Mel I am still here. Thank you so much for noticing I had gone. I have just had a few weeks of feeling a bit glum, every time I sat down to switch on the computer I just couldn't do it. I think it has been the weeks of grey weather and apparently if you are a Gemini, your happy twin can disappear without warning, leaving you with the miserable one. Anyway enough of that moaning, spring is arriving quickly now which always inspires me. I have been able to spend time in the garden and get my seed box off the shelf, that always gets me motivated. I have been quietly productive though, the lounge is finished, the curtains are made (will post photos later) and I have been to knit and craft groups. Last Monday was our craft group, we meet about once a month and do whatever we like. We take it in turns to host and provide lunch and it seems to work really well. Skills are swapped so anybody wanting to try something new can get help from someone who can help. This week we were all knitting which meant there was loads of talking.
The two knitted bags were created by Michele and Alison. This is impressive work as Michele only learnt to cast on during our first meeting and has been heard a few times saying "can you just unknit that bit for me I think I have gone wrong". Now she happily goes off alone to find new yarn and patterns for her next creations. The wonderful loaf of bread you can see in the back of the photo was made with Sarah's own fair hands and tasted deliciuos. I'm going to leave this as a short simple post and go and have a good catch up on your blogs. Oh before I forget if anyone is interested, I have just read The Island by Victoria Hislop and in my opinion (not that it's worth anything, because you have to remember I am in the slow readers group) I have to say what a WONDERFUL read, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and would recommend it.
This looks like a piece of harmless kitchen equipment, the friend of many a housewife, but beware it can humiliate you and strip you of any street cred!!!!!!!! Picture the scene, reasonably early on a Sunday morning, lovely husband always gets out of bed approx 7am for long cycle ride with friends, this is the one morning of the week I don't get a cup of tea in bed. Having lived alone for 10 years this is something I appreciate every day (except Sundays of course). So I trot off downstairs a little bleary eyed and thirsty to make myself a drink, first job is to empty dishwasher and get a clean mug. On doing this I noticed the mug wasn't particularly clean at all considering I had set the dishwasher to run as I went off to bed the night before. On closer inspection I noticed the bottom of the machine was full of dirty water, UGH! So without a second thought on went the rubber gloves, I rolled up the sleeves of my dressing gown removed the lower tray full of dishes and I plunged in to try and pull out whatever it was that must be blocking the filter, then emptied out the water with a cup and bucket. No luck. Next mission was to empty the waste under the sink, the problem was surely there. Here I came across difficulties as the last person to replace the waste was a male, therefore it was screwed on tightly. Not to be beaten I went off to the garage for a suitable wrench. Waste unscrewed and emptied and still no solution. Next job then was to pull offending dishwasher away from the wall plus the unit to get in behind it to milk the drainage pipe............. still no solution. So 1 hour later and still no cup of tea I have to admit defeat until Tim returns home. I clear up the disaster zone as much as possible before I head off for a shower. The last thing I do is close the dishwasher door and to my dismay I notice the programme was only half way through and obviously it had been opened mid cycle the night before. Why did I not check that first !!!!!!!!!!!!!! So beware of those kitchen items you think are your friends.