It's amazing what you find at the bottom of the ironing basket. I am one of those women who never clears the basket. I am not going to spend time ironing items that I may or may not ever use or wear again but that I'm not prepared to part with, so they may linger at the TBOTIB for a long while! Goodness knows how long ago it was that my mother found this beautiful antique cloth/bed cover to sell on the website but I wanted to keep. There it was lurking at the bottom all crumpled and forgotten but now hanging as a curtain in one of the bedrooms.
This room was my office until I bought this single bed which we didn't need but I just had to have, so it had to go in the smallest room which is now another spare room and my sewing room. I also resurrected a ginger coloured wood (my pet hate) curtain pole which we had taken down, painted it with grey emulsion (Dulux worked perfectly well) and waxed it. I have never used clips before but these are great for no sewing and I just folded over the top deep hem to create a 'ruffled' top. Hey presto, a complete new window makeover all for the price of the clips.
(I also found a pair of white linen trousers I'd forgotten about but, sad to say, I must have been considerably lighter when they first went into the TBOTIB).
Have you ever found something you'd forgotten about in the ironing pile?
Saturday, 4 May 2013
On Wednesday it will be Flora Day in Helston where I used to live. This dancing through the streets dates back to medieval times and serves to celebrate the passing of winter and arrival of Spring. The early morning dance starts at 7 am and the sound of the big bass drum never ceased to excite me all the years I watched and danced on this day. The children's dance is lovely to watch with all the children dressed in white and different head-dresses according to their school. Our daughter danced one year and spent the whole time with a cross look on her face as, with a surname beginning with T, there were no boys left to dance with and she had to dance with another girl!
The midday dance is spectacular with the men in top hats and tails and the ladies dressed in all their finery. It is a huge privilege to be invited to lead the dance and one has to have been born in Helston to be entitled to do this.
All the dancers wear Lily of the Valley and the shops and houses are decorated with bluebells and greenery.
I won't be there this year but every Flora Day my heart is there dancing along to the oh so familiar tune.
If you have never heard of Flora Day you may remember Terry Wogan had a hit with 'The Floral Dance' in 1977 and the Brighouse and Rastrick Band in 1976. Katie Moss wrote the lyrics and music 'founded on an old Cornish air' (as stated on this pamphlet cover) whilst travelling home on the train after an incident which happened whilst visiting Helston on Flora Day in 1911. Apparently she was watching the couples dancing and felt very envious, then a young man came along and swept her off her feet.
Having mentioned bluebells I will include this wonderful photo on Pinterest of Micheldever Wood not too far from where I now live. I bet the scent here is divine!
Thursday, 2 May 2013
I wanted to share this with you; I hope you love it as much as I do.
A long time friend of mine's 19 year old daughter has just commenced chemotherapy and put this on her blog diary. (The poem ends where she says 'You really ought to meet my mother' which is almost 4 minutes).