Saturday, 29 September 2012

Yesterday, I spent a gentle day, learning to make an A-line skirt. I have no dressmaking skills and I'm not really competent on a sewing machine, so it was quite challenging. The day workshop began with cutting a pattern, adapted from pre-made blocks to fit our measurements. I've never done anything like this, but always wanted to, and it is difficult learning a new skill, but the teachers Sue Maton who runs the Mercerie  and Pat were patient and very helpful, and we all went home with a skirt that needed not much more than finishing touches to be ready to wear. I feel that although I am far from being able to make my own clothes, I have begun to make tracks along that way, and I am looking forward to attending the next workshop with Pat and Sue. 

Dressmaking workshop, little girls dresses

Sunday, 16 September 2012

And lastly september seeds and berries from the Shropshire hedgerows. Hawthorn, rosehips, snowberries, a sloe and a rose gall. And willowherb and scabious seeds. 

Lovely rolling Shropshire countryside.

Summer is drawing to a close. The air is just a little nippy at nights, and the hedgerows are full of seeds and berries. The cornfields are mostly gathered in and baled. And the schools and colleges and universities are back in business. 
I've just spent a last summer holiday in Shropshire, which I've not visited before. The countryside was beautiful, rolling hills and fields, bathed in light, and quiet, but for the birds and insects, and farm animals, cows and sheep mainly.

Saw so many buzzards they almost became common place, their call was the sound of the week, haunting, ethereal, wonderful.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

I saw Breakfast at Tiffany's for the first time last week, and now I can't get this song out of my head, lovely.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Last few weeks of the summer holidays. There's a nip in the air in the morning and evening. And the hedgerows are full of seeds and berries.

These photos were taken on a good walk from Sheringham station (Norfolk), along the beach to East Runton, and back inland through woodland and along the cliffs back to the station and home. A wonderful day shared with my son.