Hello lovely lovelies♡ Well, a new month has ushered in. The month of May. Goodness, each month seems to disappear quicker than the previous one. May; the last month of autumn. It certainly has brought with it cooler days. So, of course, a fire is needed. A cosy, crackling fire to warm the cockles of my heart.....and toes. Love the hypnotic, open fire in the parlour.
The garden♡ Besides the autumnal toned, hydrangeas, all the flowers have disappeared. The dahlias, cosmos; the roses......have all vanished. No flowers!! Whatever will I do??!! Not to despair, two beautiful friends gifted me some gorgeous, autumnal, Australian native flowers this week; proteas and leucadendrons; so all is not lost. I must say though I have been creating beauty with fallen leaves, branches laden with tiny red berries and whatever other autumnal foliage I could find. There is much beauty in an autumnal garden. I must savor it while I can. Though, there are the flowers in the fernery to add pops of colour to my little place. These flowers just keep on keeping on. I have a feeling this little glass room might keep my soul smiling through the dark and dismal months of winter.
Thank you so very, very much for the gift of your beautiful comments re my 'little' bag last week. It has been out and about with me, filling up as I flitted around the shops. One of my purchases which 'fell' into my carry-all was a tall figurine of a willowy lady with dress billowing in the wind; a crown of flowers in her hair and a sweet flower cupped in her hands. She is so pretty. Why, I have named her Lady of the Flowers. She is going to keep watch over all the flowers in the fernery. =)
Would you believe I have been imagining another bag??!! I hadn't meant to, but while I was tidying up after the mess which enveloped my sewing room from last week, I became distracted with some more pretties and I inadvertently happened upon another vintage coverlet, AND...I became sidetracked and skipped along another bag making path. I know; who would've thunk it. 'Tis hard to believe that I might wander off the straight and narrow path, but there you go. Perhaps though, that is a story for another day.
Bag making imaginations aside, and styling Lady of the Flowers among all the pretty flowers, this week I picked up my knitting again of my kimono jacket. Gosh, it's been a while since the quiet has been interrupted by the clickety clack of my needles. As this is the weather to be knitting (it is also the weather for quilting....but....) and I would like to wear my knitted woolly sooner rather than much, much later I decided to enjoy a little knitting. I have finished the left side and have just started the right side. If I remember correctly the last time my woolly was chatted about here was when a wayward cable went off in the opposite direction, completely slipping my attention. Hence, I unravelled much of what was knitted; picking up the stitches once again and moving in an upward direction along the correct cabled path. Such a pain in the right royal proverbial. But enough about that; all is well now and the knitting needles are moving once more, knitting in a rythmic fashion.
I have spent moments in the fernery, knitting as well. If perchance Old Man Sun's sunshiny countenance smiles upon me then it's off to the fernery I go. My aim in life is to follow the warmth. =)
I potted up a few pansies up this week. Pansies are such cheerful little flowers with the sweet kitten-like faces. Slowly I am acquiring different pots in which to plant all the plants in the fernery. A little while ago, my Pete built me a potting bench just outside the door of the fernery. As with the fernery, he used reclaimed wood with layers and layers of peeling paint; just the way I like it. As we all know potting flowers can be a dirty business so a potting bench was needed where I could make as much mess as needs be. Not only is it fabulous for the messy potting of pots, and alas, when potting up flowers I do make one helluva mess, but it is a fabulous prop for photo shoots, of course. =) A win, win, if you were to ask me.