Sunday Sevens is the brainchild of Natalie over at Threads and Bobbins. It is a way for you to get to know a bit more about us and what else we do besides sewing. If you are interested in finding out more pop over to Natalie’s blog and find out how to take part.
This is my fourth Sunday Sevens post which means that I’ve officially completed my first month. When I originally thought about joining in I wasn’t sure if I would have enough photos to show you each week. But in actual fact, it has been the opposite and I’ve ended up having to decide which ones to leave out. Taking part in Sunday Sevens has made me much more aware of the little things that I do during the week, things that are probably fairly small and insignificant, and yet, they are what shape me as a person. I love how taking part in Sunday Sevens gives me the opportunity to reflect on things I’ve done and life in general.
So onto my week.
Last year we built some raised beds in our garden with the intention of growing vegetables. We were full of enthusiasm and grew enough vegetables to feel the proverbial 5,000. I can’t think of anything nicer than popping out into the garden to get something fresh to cook for dinner. We are a bit behind with getting our seedlings started this year, I blame it on the cold weather, but truth be told, I think laziness has more to do with it. Anyway, my friend Jan turned up for a coffee on Monday and brought these healthy tomato seedlings to get me started – don’t you just love friends, they are so thoughtful.
On Tuesday I took the dog for a walk to Cwm Bachan, which means Little Valley. It is a couple of miles from my house but the drive up there is pretty much all through teeny tiny single track roads (see top photo). Luckily I didn’t meet any other cars as there is almost nowhere to pass and it is a heck of a long way to reverse back down. This time of year is generally quiet as the tourists haven’t arrived en mass. I wouldn’t dream of driving up there during the summer months.
The little stream had practically become white water rapids and much as Molly wanted to play in them I had to keep her away. They were so powerful I had visions of her being swept away.
I’ve finished my teal blue scarf – the first thing I’ve knitted for nearly 30 years. It seems I’m now bitten by the knitting bug again. I found these super soft balls of wool in my local shop and one is just enough to knit a cowl scarf. They had an example in the shop, it was so soft and snuggly that I just wanted to make one in every colour. I did manage to restrict myself to just 5 colours – there were another 5 and I was sorely tempted!
After months of procrastinating we finally got round to going to see a solicitor to get our wills sorted out. While we were in the waiting room I spotted this old desk and the plaque sitting atop it.
David Lloyd George came from Dwyfor, just up the road. He started off as a solicitor, trained as a barrister and eventually became the British Prime Minister. Infact in a MORI pole, he was voted as the third greatest British Prime Minister of the 20th century. As you can imagine, he is highly thought of around these parts.
That made this plaque and desk all the more fascinating. Sadly there wasn’t any further information about them but they look old. My guess is that the desk is the one he used while working as a local solicitor and that was the plaque hung outside his law firm. I suppose I should have asked, but I’m happy with my version.
My sewing machine has started playing up. It is just under a year old and has been perfect up until it did this. It will sew fine on a small stitch, say 2.5 or 3 but as soon as I go up to 4.5 – 5 it now pre gathers everything. I guess it saves me a step when preparing to gather sleeve caps!
I’ve changed the needle, thread, bobbin, rewound the bobbin, changed the thread tension, foot presser tension, taken off and reattached the foot pressure. Pretty much anything I can do without going into the innards of the machine. I think it might be time for a trip to sewing machine hospital for a service. I’m not looking forward to losing it for a couple of weeks 😦
We saw snow! Now I expect many of you are thinking ‘yes and so what?’ Well we practically never see snow here. Living by the sea the temperature is a little higher than inland and the salty air seems to stop us getting much of the white stuff. Don’t get me wrong, it is plenty cold here but just not enough for snow or ice. I’ve lived here five years and in that time I’ve not seen any proper snow, even when the rest of the UK is blanketed in white. So looking out of the window and seeing proper big, fat, white snowflakes was enough to give me that feeling of childhood elation that only snow can bring. Sadly, it didn’t last long and it didn’t settle.
Well the week wouldn’t be complete without a photo of Mad Molly in the freezing cold water. I do wonder whether this dog has even a teeny morsel of common sense but my over riding feeling is that no, she doesn’t. I can’t even begin to imagine how bitterly cold that sea must be. She has been in it hundreds of times and must know what it is like, but yet, every time we go to the beach she immediately jumps in the water with that look of maniacal glee. Odd dog!