Monday, 17 February 2014

A few recent sales, and some new stock




A beautiful antique French cotton nightdress, with handmade ruffles and embroidery, and to finish, a monogramme 'MM'on the front -  Sold. 








A sweet little 'Vichy' spa glass, in its own carrying basket -  Sold





 A little of this crafting fabric 'Montagne' - always sells well - the colours are very popular, and the fabric has a rustic, tactile quality -  Sold

And now for some new stock:






No, not a bridal veil - it's a bed curtain, ciel de lit, perfect for a cradle or single bed - in spotty voile, with a bow at the front, adjustable at the top - sold




 Here is a close-up of the fabric



  These are two white cotton bowties for boys - dating from around 1930, worn for first communion and kept as a souvenir by a doting Mamma or Grandmere. now sold



Some rather lovely and decadent black Chantilly lace, quite wide, perfect to trim lingerie or crafting - sold




Or, how about this salmon pink lingerie lace? sold







And finally, something to keep the hands cosy in this awful weather. Sorry - muff now sold.

Hope you are all keeping warm and dry - or cool and damp - according to which part of the world you're in!



Saturday, 8 February 2014

He's got the key of the door, never been 21 before...

Last week, our son Jono turned 21, and to celebrate, we went off to the local Chinese restaurant, where they played 'Happy Birthday' extremely loudly - and in Chinese, which was rather bizarre as we are English and live in France!

Needless to say, everyone else in the restaurant - and it is a large resto and was packed with French families enjoying Sunday lunchtime - all turned to look and clap.  Poor lad!  He really is one of life's gentleman, fairly reserved and certainly hates being the centre of attraction (unless playing his guitar on stage, but that's another story). 

Anyway, he enjoyed himself, and we did too, and reflecting upon the last 21 years, I can't say where those years have gone - flown past in a flash - but he is such a wonderful son, a great person and of course, we wish him the very best for the future.


Now, what went on behind the scenes was that the cake, complete with candles and secretly hidden in a bag on the table, was munched on by Charlie the poodle while my back was turned for ONE minute.  I could have cheerfully strangled him!

Fortunately, birthday boy and his Dad had popped out for 20 minutes , and with some speedy use of some butter and sugar and my trusty old Kenwood Chef, I managed to dollop some butter icing on the top to disguise the three large missing chunks!  (Having carefully cut out all traces of dog munch for hygiene reasons).

So I turned this pathetic offering:





into this slightly better, if very amateurish, offering:




OK, it would never win prizes in a beauty contest, but decorating cakes is not my finest point, and I did have only 20 minutes to do the repair.  Jono thought it was hilarious when I told him and didn't care at all - he loves fruit cake, and has been happily tucking in all week apparently - I packed him off with it back to Uni on Monday.

I am now speaking to Charlie the poodle, but I have told him that if he does it again, I will have all his teeth removed.

(only joking Charlie...)


Saturday, 1 February 2014

Cat's cradle

You know the saying 'a cat's cradle'?  Well, I'd never seen a real one until this morning.




 
And the culprit?  Little Minnie.

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