Sunday, 30 June 2013

Flaming June

Okay not quite flaming but the fact that we have actually had a bit of warm weather this month has allowed the garden to flourish. 
My June mood board

Iceberg and dog roses, mock orange, loosestrife, geraniums, peony, cotoneaster, fennel, alchemilla mollis, lemon balm, marjoram, saxifraga, petunia, honeysuckle, pansy, lavender, 

There was no foraging around this time, the garden was very generous. It's this time of year that all comes good and you remember why you fell in love with it in the first place. I only have time for a few photos this month as today has seen me going on a mysterious mooch - more on that next time - so with a fond farewell it's goodbye to June.

Roll on July!


Saturday, 22 June 2013

The Talent of the Young

Mr K has been teaching art and graphics for many years now. Each June the students put on their show and each year the standards seem to get better and better. So last night we put on our glad rags and went along to the grand opening. We weren't disappointed. The profusion of final shows at this time of year is overwhelming but this one isn't degree level. It's students working on 'A' level, BTEC and Foundation courses ie: largely between the ages of sixteen to nineteen. But the quality of work would seem to belie this. 

Take a look.

There was colour





Illustrations (loved these)



Paper cutting

And the bizarre!

There were student films, music in the auditorium, speeches and awards. The optimism of the students was contagious - so many ideas and plans ahead. I came away truly inspired. In a world where we don't hear much positive news about the young this was a breath of fresh air. Well done to all those involved - what fantastic futures you have ahead of you. 


Sunday, 16 June 2013

A Silky Tale

Friday afternoon saw our usual bimble around the charity shops. Mum and I both live in market towns with their fair share of these and so we visit each on alternate weeks. Lunch always comes first with a good old catch up of the weeks news, and coffee and cake always follows. This part gives us time to rummage through any purchases in greater detail and 'ooh' and 'ahh' at our finds.

There was a lot of 'oohing' last Friday.

Possibly unlike most people I am always drawn to lumpy old plastic bags that have been tucked under a shelf. Sometimes they contain boxes of unused jockstraps (yes - that was a treat I managed to resist!) but more often than not they contain a collection of odds and ends that don't merit their own space on display. So when I saw some old embroidery hoops poking out of the bag I was immediately drawn in. A cursory glance at the rest of the contents saw another bag filled with thread - always useful - so I handed over my five pounds and went on my way.

The post bimble rummage was a treat. Not only were there various threads in beautiful colour ways but there were these beauties

Large wooden reels surrounded by luxurious silk thread

Closer investigation revealed this
 Which of course demanded further attention

By the power of the internet I was able to glean a little more information
An advert from 1917

Look at that! I wonder if these were ever used for dhooties, or indeed filoselle? The telephone number was also a treat - number 11 - not many around then I don't suppose. I wasn't able to find out much more about the company other than it was owned by the Brook family and the building is now listed. I'd love to know more if anyone out there could help.

This sort of find always fascinates me. I want to know who it belonged to, where they lived, what they used it for. 

Was this used for a wedding gown?

The richness of the colours are beautiful

I wonder if they ever went ahead and purchased the mustard?

The blue is almost luminous

I don't know how old these are - I'm guessing from the advert some could be from one hundred years ago - but they have survived the test of time and are still as vibrant and strong as they were when new. Will I ever use them? Who knows but for now I'm happy just staring at them and wondering what stories they could tell.

And if there is a moral to this story let it be this - for every bag of jock straps there is a bag of treasure.