And now....back to regular programming.....=)

Yes indeed, lovely lovelies, here at my little place, on this stormy Sunday, it's back to normal programming, where flowery blossoms and a little slow stitching is the order of my day. And though,  egomaniacal leaders whose fragile personalities are  nefariously plotting dark intrigues in their bunkers with like-minded henchman, for today at least, I'm not going to give dastardly villains nary a thought. 

I wonder, are all your comments after you've published a post landing in your emails?? Comments from last week's  post didn't come through to my email and if I didn't reply to you I do apologise. Some replies I sent off to reach the intended person through cyberspace, returned back to me. Mmm.....perhaps dark forces are playing havoc with my blog. I wouldn't be at all surprised. =) We'll see what transpires this week. 

Yesterday, my good husband and my 'good' self went to the annual garden festival in the little town of Longford. It was a pleasant day strolling around people's gardens drinking in the flowery blossoms and heady  scents. The roses, ahh the roses. Each delicious perfume combining together forming a potpourri of intoxicating perfumes wafting through the air. It was a delight to meander through cottage gardens where  lupins, granny bonnets, clematis, peonies...the size of dinner plates, lavender, poppies, foxgloves, sweet peas flourished.

I've been playing florists, too. Bundles and bundles of wisteria, irises, diosma, mock orange, rhododendrons and roses begged to be picked. So snippety snip, I did. The soft entreaty of the garden and the wisteria-laden fernery beckoned me as well. Who am I to resist.

A little designing and stitching for my sweet Riley has been enjoyed this week. Christmas is nudging at my creative door reminding me there are sweet pretties to be imagined for gifts. Ideas are spinning around my muddly head, ricocheting everywhere in the frontal lobes, tinkering with a myriad of possibilities. So, so excited. My favourite kind of play is imagining, designing and then turning  these imaginations into finished pretties.  I'm thinking I'll be locked away in my sewing room from dawn to dusk over the next little while, with Pete leaving food at the door at feed times to sustain the inner woman. 

The first pretty on my list is a little fabric dollhouse which folds down to the size of a large book; complete with an attic bedroom, a bathroom, a loungeroom and kitchen, where a little dolly will hang out. The bedroom is the first room I'm imagining. There's a sweet little quilt resting on the bed which I hand stitched using 1/2" hexies. Why, if I was a little dolly I would love to slip off to dreamland snuggled under this pretty. Oh, there's a soft as soft pillow, too, for dolly to rest her weary head. Of course there has to be a wardrobe for dolly's clothes, so I whipped up one to store all the attire that a dolly could ever need. The dolly and clothes will be designed and stitched later on. I'll be continuing  to work on the bedroom for Slow Sunday Stitching. Me thinks a window with curtains to let the sunbeams in is definitely needed and some other pretties to decorate, but what, I don't really know. I have a concept of a plan. =)  I'll just continue playing.

Sweet Riley's Granny sometimes loves to play dollies, too. =)

Take care lovely lovelies, and don't forget, in these uneasy times, keep shining your little light in your little corner of the world♡ Take care♡

Until the next time......