I'm multi-passionate!

We've had some amazing Spring weather this year and the garden is blooming. The broccoli has bolted. He was about to pull it all out when we came across an article telling us about edible flowers. Since then these flowers have been a rich and delicious source of decorative topping for salads and for snacks as I pass in the garden. We have nasturtiums, but I'm on the hunt for some marigolds and violas for that swanky restaurant feel this summer.

That's Sideshow Bob there on the left, mid hair cut. I like to pretend the front garden is a meadow. I think that choice tends to be more popular with the wildlife than the humans. They say ironic things, like 'I like what you've done with the place'. I say thank you enthusiastically. I'll take a compliment whether it's intended or not. Oh look, there's a lone viola. You know how that story's going to end.

I've been out and about, most recently to a most amazing conference created by the one and only Serena. I'm not quite sure when she sleeps, or even actually, if she does.

Venetian mirrors, gilt furniture and velvet walls. I love a posh ladies room. The lady herself.

The conference was aimed at multi-passionate women. I know, I hadn't heard of it before.  Multi-passionates are people who enjoy and are inspired by a lot of different things and who get a bit itchy and scratchy about the idea of a very linear path, you know, one job for life then a steady retirement. Which fits with me, because I've taken quite a scenic route around a career and don't think I'm done yet. It's sort of like Ants in Your Pants for grown ups. Turns out, it's OK to change your mind and play with things, and you don't have to settle down and eat the same dinner every Monday.

Em's bag goes everywhere with me these days. That's in the hall of mirrors. 

It leads on to thinking about your personality type and what it is that is your special talent and then finding a way of channeling that to make a living for you whilst you are living the dream. The keynote speaker, Marianne Cantwell, has managed to do that in a way that allows her to travel and live in amazing places throughout the year whilst running an online coaching business. It was very inspiring and has given me a lot to think about. I am ready for a change, but I just need to figure what that is going to look like.

Naturally, since it was created by Serena, the conference took place at a beautiful venue. Instead of name badges, there were wild foraged corsages, because that way you had to talk to people to find out their name. I put my social head on and waded in. It was great fun and I met some lovely women.

It felt like the first step on a journey. I wonder where it will lead.

Whodunnit?

Have you been into my sitting room recently? Well, you must.

Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly...

Here I am, all togged up after a day in Sheffield, seeing the gals. Look friendly, don't I? Girl next door. Like butter wouldn't melt..

That's a me-made jumpsuit. I dunnit. I call it a cut-and-shut, because the bodice is from one recipe and the trousers from another. As anyone who makes clothes knows, the pattern doesn't always fit, so you have to do a bit of jiggery pokery. In this case, the bodice was a bit large so I did a bit of a pleat thing, finished off with a brooch at the neckline. 

It'll do. 

Unless of course you think differently?

You might be able to just see my game of monopoly there on those shelves. As kids we played a lot of board games including Cluedo. I'm quite a fan of the detective genre to this day. I'll happily watch any of them from Scandi-psycho-thriller to Miss Marple.

So, when I was recently described by the lovely Em, as looking like a murderess in Colombo, I was secretly rather tickled! How did she know?

Turns out it was Miss Scarlett, with a candlestick, in the lounge.

That's the fabulous Peter Bettley 1970s hat Gisela gave me, and here's a flash of the killer skirt Curtise gifted. Hot pink tights. Must have been a crime of passion!

 Look at all my other gifts!

There's a beautiful tote bag, owl appliques, a pin cushion and flower seeds from Em. No deadly nightshade I notice.

Windmills, a tennis dress pattern and a Deauville lady plaque from Vix, a tote bag from Sara, a sex kitten eye mask for when I need to break into houses in disguise from Curtise and some pink wine from Sandra.

Who says crime doesn't pay?

To those people to whom I owe comments, I've been away. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Rest assured, I'll drop by soon.

I know where to find you.

May the 4th be with you - a blogger's guide to Sheffield

I can think of no better way to see the country, than through a series of blogging days out. In 2013 I did Nottinghamshire, Derbyshire, West Midlands and Wales. Yesterday I added to my repertoire by joining the most lovely group of women for a day out in South Yorkshire. Sheffield to be precise. Famous for stainless steel, snooker and being the home of our Curtise!

Sheffield does municipal architecture rather well. Here we are at a vintage fair in the beautiful interior of the town hall at the top of the staircase. It was like being in Downton Abbey.

Tilly's North Wing. We awarded it best in show. There's Sandra modelling for us.

Porn stars, mojitos and chips. That's what bloggers have for luncheon. Just in case you were wondering. Krista was with us at the table and we all wore pink in her honour. Lipstick and jewellery in my case.

We weren't chatted up by any of the inmates at Wetherspoons. Most peculiar. But thankfully the natural order was restored when Vix was papped by this blogger. Phew, still got it!

Sandra, Sara, smiles and Sheffield stainless steel sculpture.

The muses

Who's that girl? That's Em looking like a film star

Our own tropical bird of paradise, Vix, in her new flamenco top.

Gisela with her cheeky monkey bag and smile.

The one that got away. Curtise should have been wearing this to date night last night. She and the girls looked marvellous in it.

Psychedelic prints and plenty of chatter. So much to say you can hardly fit it all into one day. We need another!

Only five of them. There were seven of us!

Told you the municipal architecture was good. They have done some fantastic regeneration in Sheffield. The area surrounding the building is particularly lovely, with open spaces, sculptures and the winter gardens.

Enjoying a drink in the spring sunshine before we all went off in different directions. There were presents and purchases, but that's for another day.

Which part of the country will we visit next? Watch this space!

You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl

I almost feel this post doesn't need words, the pictures seem to do most of the work for me. But I'll tell you what it's all about.Our friends from Finland were over for a flying visit, so we met up. The setting was Ashover in rural Derbyshire. A traditional Georgian country pub lunch, followed by a traditional country walk. It's a quintessential English village with a small shop, a Post office and a couple of pubs. The country girl in me would happily live there.

 

Back home, we luxuriated in the sunshine. It's such a lovely time of the year to be out in the garden. Every day you see developments, a shoot sticking up here, a flower unfurling its petals there.

Apple blossom. Rosemary and potato bread. Home grown leaves for a green salad.

This one is a Pasque flower. Such a fantastic colour combination, the purple and orange.

We're doing our utmost to cover that huge fence we put up this time last year. Clematis Montana. A joy in April.

Car boot treasures. These will go in pots on the patio. It's still a bit too early because of the danger of frost, but I am itching to get them out there.

I like my garden to be full to overflowing. It's my way of bringing the countryside to me.

Which are you, a country bumpkin or a city slicker?

Girls just wanna have fun!

The weeks are flying by, the clocks have gone back and here we are in April. The months of this year have been a bit of a blur, and so was this weekend, as reflected in these photos.

On Friday night I went out to my friend's house for dinner. She had rediscovered her pile of vinyl and invited us to play DJ. We had a merry time and before you could say granny jamming we were up out of our seats busting our finest moves.

1960's Hawaiian dress with train by Alice Polynesia Fashions. The girls examined it thoroughly, whilst repeating like a mantra, 'sewing bee, sewing bee'. Not on this occasion.

My dance partner was the exotically named Monsieur Sauvignon Blanc. Very sophisticated in person, but left me with a terrible virus the next day. Serves me right for messing with glamorous foreigners, eh?

In the morning we had to get up at the crack of dawn to sort out our finances. After such a virtuous enterprise, a girl deserves brunch, so off we pootled to this rather amazing little place, Kiosk just a mile up the road.

It's a shipping container, 8ft x 20ft which has been transformed into a little cafe. They serve food through the day and on certain nights. I heard someone ask their friend what kind of fare it was, and she replied, 'think Ottolenghi'. That sounds about right. I had the most delicious portobello mushroom marinated in garlic lemon and cinammon, singed with herbs and spices served on toast with a middle eastern egg (cooked with turmeric and ras el hanout in case you were wondering). It was heavenly.

I took home a Portuguese tart for later. ;) Because I never learn.

Anyway, all this talk of food and glamorous foreigners has reminded me. Have you seen this blog? Swoon. Which part to covet most, the food, the lifestyle or the amazing beauty of the lady herself? You tell me.

Let them eat fresh vegetables!

I know what you're thinking. Anyone with rainbow fingernails must lead a VERY glamorous life.

And you'd be right. Mais oui. I wouldn't lie to you, would I?

A pair of Pinnochios lurking in the undergrowth. There's a clue there.

So, instead of thinking that these little jobs I do are menial, I prefer to daydream, a la Marie Antoinette. She frolicked at Le Petit Hameau, I plant seeds in the greenhouse.

This is the top of the garden, the working part where we have the shed, the compost heap, the greenhouse and the vegetable beds.

Of course, I don't want her fate. I read her biography years ago and it seems she was dealt rather a sorry hand. From being sent by an ambitious mother to a foreign court with no friends, to marrying a husband who wasn't interested in her for a long time, to being the victim of fraud and eventually a hate figure for an entire nation before finally losing her head. Forget the fancy frocks, that's no dream existence.

Qu'ils mangent de la brioche! Let them eat cake! Although widely attributed to her, she didn't actually say it.

Purple sprouting broccoli, our first crop. It melts in the mouth

Looks like we're going to be eating sweetcorn and courgettes

No fancy frocks for me today, it's a pair of vintage overalls and a wool cardi, 50p each at the jumble on Saturday. I'm no Madame Deficit!