Life Moves On

So, lovelies, I'm trying to get back into normality (inasmuch as anything about me is normal!) after Mum's passing.  The funeral, which was delayed due to building work at the crematorium, has taken place and was a sad but wonderful celebration of her life.  The wake afterwards, simple as she requested, was all vintage rosebud crockery, paper butterflies and happy memories.  I've done more crying since the funeral than when she died, but it's all part of the process.

I've been pootling through your recent lovely blogs. So much has happened to you all - birthdays, house sales, fab charity shop buys!  I haven't been commenting but will be back to this soon.

Anyhoo - this is Carrad up to date ... read on ...

 Cath Kidston pretty book - £3.99 from The Works!  Lots of loveliness to drool over and even a few more ideas than I normally have, to use fabric for (not sure this is actual grammar?)(Oh well...)

 Yay, odd knitted socks!  This is yarn I was given but there wasn't sufficient to make a proper pair so I just had fun.

 Another freeform bag commenced.  This is more yarn from the huuuuuge stash I was given.  I was a bit over-excited about it as you can imagine and wanted to started hundreds of new projects.  I've managed about three so far. 

 More freebies, this time from my local soft furnishings store.  These pieces from a Harlequin sample book just cried out to be patchworked together.  Now for the long process of quilting to a turquoise blue fleece backing...:(

 Just had to add this - it's a portrait of Nanny Carrad, complete with glasses, and The Girl Genius, penned by TGG herself.  Notice the way we are leaning lovingly towards each other (all together now "Awwww!")

This lovely old jug is one of the things I've kept from Mum's house as we still go through all her bits and pieces.  Mr C is all for chucking everything out to charity shops or the local tip, but I've put my foot down and more and more stuff is sneaking its vintagey way into our home.  Other than these bits, really all we are saving are the enormous container of photos.  Everything else, as Mum would say, is "just things".  She felt that people, her loved ones, were the only important things and as always, she was right.

Do have a lovely week, bloggy friends.  See you soon xxx

It's been so wet here that...

...the ladybirds have grown enormously and come indoors!

 No, really Mr C has been painting stones again.  It has been horribly rainy though.

I haven't made much recently but I bought the tweed and fat quarters below at Woolfest the other week

I sewed them together in their matching pairs of colourways, added lace and embellishment and made two rather unique scarves.

 

My computer has been playing me up something rotten this past week and I've uninstalled Google Chrome due to the problems.  Now apparently my browser no longer supports Blogger and all my favourites and personal setting have set sail for the west.  I thought computers were supposed to make life easier!



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Thank You So Much

There aren't enough words to express how much your comments meant to me after my last post.

Life is sorting itself out again and I promise I'll soon be bouncing back with jolly posts again.  I already have some nice things lined up.

Much love,

Carrad xxx

Sadness

Greta - my Mum, my Best Friend 1925-2012

 At 5.30 this morning Mum's beautiful spirit soared into the sunrise.

There are smiles through tears because she loved her family, we loved her and she knew this.  Her precious legacy lives on in us and we will keep her memory alive always.

Did you get wet too?

Did you know that an anagram of "Woolfest" is "Wet Fools"?   !!!

Yes, I'm still here!

I have been rubbish at blogging recently.  I admit it.  Sorry.

I have been busy with a lot of things, but mostly with my mum.  She has been failing for sometime and is now  in a nursing home.  It became clear that we could no longer look after her properly and it just had to be done for her own sake, she's been in so much pain.  The home is in a village not too far away, but far enough to be a good run out in the car, or a short train journey so it's not too easy to visit.  Sadly, when we visit, she hardly knows us and she looks so frail.  It's not my mum any more.  I don't know how long it may be before the visits come to an end.  It would be kinder if it was sooner rather than later, but no-one can tell.

Anyway, it's time to get my bottom into gear and hopefully a more interesting and jollier post will appear very soon.  Have a lovely weekend and a productive, crafty week. xxx

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