Monday, April 6, 2020

The Homemakers Heart and a Nana story...

Though I have always made nearly all our meals and snacks from scratch anyhow, these new restrictions to stay home have stretched my creativity in the kitchen just a smidgen. The new normal does not lend itself to an evening out or brunch at a favourite cafe with Mr E. It's very truly home-focused and most especially time heavy in the kitchen. I admit to missing those lazy Sunday brunches which someone else made for us. And Mr E misses hot chips and grilled fish down on the beach.

But today those thoughts, those longings for what we once took for granted, made me think of Nana and the way she would soldier on with a cooked breakfast, simple lunch, hearty dinner and dessert, seven days a week without a murmur - because this had always been her normal. 

This epiphany came with a little nudge from God to be thankful I can cook, bake and create in the comfort of my own home as Nana never had her own home, they lived in small low-income rented flats all her married life, and she never complained. After all these years I am still learning lessons from her blessed I am.

So I thought I'd share one of my Nana stories today as I think it's been a month or so since the last one.

The Kitchen Table

When I was growing up and living at Nana’s, we only ever drank tea as our hot beverage. Coffee was something you drank when you were out, and cocoa just never appeared in her kitchen.
Each morning, upon waking, I would take my place at Nana’s simply set table, and await my first cup of tea. Always in china tea cups, and always white with two sugars.
Nana religiously set her breakfast table before bedtime and on a full-moon night when I needed to make a midnight visit to the outside toilet, I would creep past my sleeping grand-parents, and step into the softly illuminated kitchen that led off their bedroom, into a magical world.
Atop a freshly laundered and pressed tablecloth, a delicate square of lace covered the cups, saucers, tea pot, plates and cutlery. The moonlight reflected through that lace cloth would cast a shimmering web over everything, and a starlike twinkling would dance across the silverware adding to the ethereal atmosphere. Often I’d pause by the table on my way back inside, and try to guess what breakfast nana had planned for the morning. She never, ever, served a cold breakfast. It could be leftovers from the evening meal the night before, eggs and sausages with thickly cut grilled toast, butter fried kidneys and bacon, or if Pop was coming home after night shift at the wharf he’d hopefully make fresh chips in lamb fat. Nobody made freshly chipped potatoes like my dear old Pop, and Nana never set her hat to take that crown from him because it was such a blessing for her to sit and be the one served for a change.
Our teapot was large and metal, leftover from Nana’s days as cook in a pub after WW2, and she only ever used loose tea leaves. Nana made a point of teaching me her recipe for a good brew – before the water, add to the pot one teaspoon of tea for each person, and another for the pot. Once the boiling water was in the pot, and an oversized hand-knitted tea cosy in place, her next instruction was to turn the tea pot around and around, using a different calculation – one for each person and one for the pot, and halve your total. I still do this today, even when using (shudder!) tea bags.
Morning-tea on weekends offered the delights of tea cake, buns, or biscuits to accompany our pot of tea, as did afternoon-tea on weekdays when I’d arrive home from school.
Nana religiously served a baked dinner, usually a leg of lamb,  for lunch on Sunday’s,  but Sunday night it was her custom to take the evening off,  baking a fluffy batch of scones to have with thick lashings of butter and her homemade jam. On Sunday nights it was also usual for us to linger longer at the table and finish a second pot of tea whilst playing cards!
As I think back on my childhood days and the nurturing of my love for tea, a favourite memory is when Pop would be working afternoon shifts, and it was just Nana and I for dinner. Every so often she’d have a cheeky twinkle in her eye and ask me, “How about we skip dinner tonight and share a loaf of fresh baked bread between ourselves? I have a pot of strawberry jam, plenty of butter, and we can drink all the tea we like. Just me and you and we won’t tell Pop I didn’t cook a meal…”
Now, Pop knew all about this, but he never let on. It was a little game they played with me to create a special ‘Nana and Jennifer’ occasion, and it lasted until I was into my teens and let slip I knew exactly what they were up to.

 I cannot brew a pot of tea today without remembering the taste of fresh bread, butter and jam, and seeing Nana’s clear blue eyes smiling across at me over her teapot. Such a lovely legacy.

A pumpkin vine popped up in the front garden recently and if you know my husband you're aware he does not like pumpkin and would normally have pulled it out without a second thought, but three months into our vegan lifestyle change he's become a rather different fellow. Now, he's not going to embrace cauliflower or broccoli in the near or distant future, but he does accept that pumpkin can be used in many ways, many delicious ways. And he loves me. And I love pumpkin and have always dreamed of growing a nice productive patch so it's staying put and we're all smiles.

No idea what type of pumpkin this is but it will be either a Butternut or Kent as they are the only type I've bought in the past year and this plant has self seeded from our compost.

It rained very hard here yesterday afternoon which was most welcome as the mid autumn weather is still very hot and humid and not at all pleasant to be gardening in between 10am and 4pm.
I captured this photo as the sun came out again just as the last drops of rain passed by.

I imagine you're wondering what a toilet is doing in our backyard?
One of the teachers at Mr E's school had five to get rid of and for some odd reason my husband thought I'd have some creative way of using it in the yard. It's a Royal Doulton, very good condition, but...well...I'm still pondering what it can become. Perhaps I'll add a large plate to the top and turn it into a bird feeder? And then plant something pretty around it. 
Ideas anyone??

The chooks love the rain too, and on the many days we have no rain but ghastly heat my husband turns the sprinkler on lightly for them for about fifteen minutes mid afternoon. They dance around, cooling themselves and almost crowing with delight.

This was the only rain we'd had in a while, but there's been cloud cover and high humidity for about a week now (which triggered a 24-hour migraine the other day). The birds gather as usual each morning for their feast and the longer we sit and watch them the more arrive to take their turn at the feeder...

In the kitchen there's been a lot of different meals made including vegetable lasagne, vegetable pad thai, dhal and rice, loaded baked potatoes with guacamole and coleslaw, and assorted leftovers.

Fresh bread is high on the weekly menu rotation every couple of days. In the past week I've made a multigrain loaf, focaccia two ways (which made the most delicious sandwiches the next day) and today's new loaf, a light rye...

Dessert at the tail end of last week was a lemon yoghurt cake baked in a baba tin which I served each night with a raspberry coulis and coconut yoghurt. (I used coconut yoghurt in the cake, not dairy)...

Today was a big day in the kitchen because hubby was off working on a new/old car he's repairing so that he can finally sell that trouble-ridden Jeep (which will bring an end to the almost five year saga of endless repairs) and I find it's always easier to get a lot of food prepared for the week ahead when he's occupied elsewhere. Monday just seems to be my best day for baking every week.

Last week I baked jam drops because Mr E 'loves' a biscuit or three (cookie to my US friends) with his cuppa...

...but now that he's finished them it was time to bake again so I chose choc-chip biscuits this time.
You know, I've not made choc-chip biscuits in many years, no idea why. 

As well as the bread and the choc-chip biscuits I looked for ways to use up what was left in the fridge to avoid wastage. The offerings below show the blueberry crumble cake (our dessert for the next few nights), coleslaw (without the dressing, which will be added later), quick pickled radishes (the pickling liquid had just been poured over), marinated green beans, and thrice cooked chips which at the time of the photo had only been cooked twice so far (boiled then deep fried quickly before letting them go cold) as the 'thrice' cooking is just before serving. 

I am hopeful that this thrice cooked technique gives my husband's chips a nice crunch as he's truly missing his chip-fix right now.

I made them last week but they more like wedges and I peeled the potatoes, whereas this batch were small potatoes which were about to start sprouting so I cut out the little eyes only and kept the skin on. Less wastage.

On Saturday I unpacked all the stored seed packs that Woolworths gave away last year and divided them into zip lock bags so that I can save some space and also plan out what to prepare for planting first. With Mr E home on school holidays we are aiming to get a bit further with garden bed preparation out the back as winter is our growing season in the tropics...

This week my big task will be to pull everything out of the linen cupboard and sort through it.
Then I will re-organise our small linen space so that it functions better for my daily and weekly needs. At the moment there's stuff being pushed in wherever I find space and that's making it difficult to keep ordered. And I do love order.

Will you take up this week's task with me?
Is your linen cupboard in need of a makeover or reorganisation?

Well, dear friends, I must away to dress the coleslaw and prepare spicy koftas using a bean mix. I'm salivating thinking of that!

God bless you and may He keep your heart hopeful, your countenance joyful and your spirit in total peace...

Loving hugs

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Sunday, April 5, 2020

My free Easter pattern for you...

About six years ago I first shared a very similar version of this stitchery for Easter, and I've often wanted to remake it in softer colours. That's just what I did yesterday as we rested for sabbath and watched some good teaching from the couch. 

If there's one thing I'm learning about home isolation its that 'things get done'. 
And you know, I'm a real homebody anyhow and rarely ever socialise other than to catch up with Blossom and the girls (before social distancing), but even having the regular morning trips out for fresh fruit and veg curtailed to 'only when absolutely necessary' or spending two mornings a week with Bloss at her house or mine, has opened up more time to do things at home than I can ever remember.

I also find things are being done slower...the rush is gone, the need to complete in order to move on has ebbed away.

And when I stitch, especially with regards to my faith in Christ, I stop more often just to ponder the fullness of each word. And there's a deeper richness being drawn forth from that pondering of His Word.

Yesterday my mind flooded with gratitude as I considered all Jesus did to draw us, me and you, back into right relationship with His Father.
As Creator of all that was made He left the majesty and glory of His throne in heaven behind -

"All things were made through Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made."
(John 1:3)

 - the omnipotent GOD, humbling Himself to be born flesh in the womb of a woman, born a helpless infant dependant on earthly parents to attend His needs.

"(He)... emptied Himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men."
(Philippians 2:7)

I get concerned that too often we forget this, or we have grown so accustomed to the Easter story that the weight of what Christ did is no longer felt deeply and profoundly enough amidst the chocolate and bunnies so many parents and grandparents use in the way of celebrating this eternity-changing sacrificial choice amongst children and each other. 

I don't do chocolate eggs or bunnies. I used to, but then I stopped.
Finally, God got through to me...the chocolate, the bunnies - they are pagan festivals with no bearing on what a Christ-centred Easter is all about. 

I looked at Easter eggs last year and longed for them...the chocolate, the beauty of the glittery wrapping, oh they were so eye catching and my mouth watered. But then that still small voice spoke clearly across my thoughts -
"It's only chocolate, Jennifer, you can buy chocolate any day of the year...there is nothing special about it being in the shape of an egg."
And He went on to expand more about my application of Easter and how it must change.
Wow, and as my Pop used to say, "the penny dropped". I got it. I really did.

I honestly believe we do a disservice to Jesus when we lead children up the garden path of easter-bunny make believe, and it's been a weight lifted from my heart to step away from these things (just as Blossom has too).

Jesus - I want Him every day, all day, every moment - but I have to work at that.  I have to seek His ways above my ways, His ways above the world's ways (and customs), His ways in drawing my desires out of the world and into heaven. 

And I want that, I want to let go more and more of the world and grow more and more of Christ's character in me instead. Chocolate? I can get that any time. No effort involved.

Use the link below to download this pattern, with my love.

God bless you abundantly and may we all seek a deeper walk with Jesus in the days ahead, may we fully acknowledge what happened that Friday afternoon on a rugged and torturous cross...

"And being found in human form, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross." 
(Philippians 2:8)

..and then celebrate the rolling away of that stone, and the Light of the World which through His glorious resurrection still lives today.

"Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen!"
(Luke 24:6)

Loving hugs,

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Blossom's shop is open...

She's been working on this for so long, amidst numerous time restraints in raising two small and highly energetic girls, health challenges, prioritising her life as a diligent homemaker, being a loving wife to Ross and cherished daughter to Mr E and I, and immersing herself daily in drawing closer to God.

But GOD is faithful and at the right time, in the right season, He opens the door for our endeavours.

He has now opened this door for sweet Blossom.
Lucy & May is officially up and running.

Now let me explain a few things about the names our family use.
When I first had my homeschooling blog back in 2006 it was usual to give your children pseudonyms to protect their identity. Our girl's name is actually Elizabeth but on my blog/s she has always been Blossom...and it's genuinely what I love to call her, for she is a beautiful bloom that colours our life with great delight. Our Blossom lives up to that name.

When you go to her shop you will see her name is Elizabeth and now that she's a grown woman, wife and mother, I no longer need to protect her identity. BUT here on the blog, she'll always be referred to as our Blossom, okay?
The name of Blossom/Elizabeth's shop is Lucy and May, named for her two precious girls, Rafaella Lucy and Cully May.

Now I think you may want to see a few photos of what my sweet daughter has been sewing, yes?

All her items are sized for babies and young toddlers as she simply adores making baby clothes and her own girls are too big now (though they do get some beautiful outfits made especially for them!).

These frilled Baby Bloomers are the cutest nappy covers and paired with a simple t-shirt they are a gorgeous gift for little ones. 

I love the Lillesand Rompers and there's few available in different fabrics and sizes, but this vintage Tilda print really caught my eye...

Do you love gingham? If you've been reading my blog for a while you are well aware that it's one of my favourite fabrics for children's clothing...and aprons, naturally.

This Astoria Romper is gorgeous, those frills catch my heart...

...and every stitch professionally made.

And then there is the Matilda still my beating heart. I love how Blossom has used the solid green in the gathered skirt to show off the pretty Tilda Apple Blossom bodice.

You may think I'm gushing, and you're right. 
I have seen the years of dedication my dear daughter has put in to honing the skills of dressmaking and that diligence to learn, to improve, to practice, is coming to fruition in her new little cottage business here in the sunny tropics of northern Australia.

Blossom has no desire to push beyond the limits with this venture because for her it's firstly God, home and family, that hold her heart and her most valuable time and energy, so once the items already in her shop are sold (she will not be taking custom orders) you will have to wait for the next 'season' of sewing to be completed before new items are listed. 
(I'll be sure to let you know when that happens if you miss out this time.)

Blossom will post world wide so wherever you are around the globe her darling handmade garments can find you.

Below is the link to her Etsy shop and new Instagram page...

(make her shop a favourite by clicking the heart button)

Now one more thing before I go today. Yesterday I shared Block 4 of this year's BOM, The 23rd Psalm. I missed part of the pattern sheet for you to trace and a lovely reader kindly pointed that out for me. There's a small floral/bee spray at the top right which was not on the pattern sheet, but I have updated the download link now so if you downloaded the original version yesterday you can go HERE now and download the amended version.

I have some more news to share with you soon, to do with The Homemakers Heart and community, but until then I pray you stay safe, look up and out at the beauty which can be found around you, and do not spend too much time following the news reports.

Our new normal can be good if we allow it to be.

Loving hugs,

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Block 4 of Psalm 23 and some ideas...

I should never be surprised when God highlights a particular verse at just the right time.
Like this month's verse.
How very apt. How needful for so many. 

I am not fearful (especially after what I shared in this post) but that does not change the occasional moments when it threatens to rise in me after I've been out grocery shopping or when my husband returns from work at the school. 

I let myself acknowledge the threat in that moment and then I let it go. I offer it to God and continue on in my daily rhythms, each task measured and mindful in light of what has now touched so many lives, families, regions and economies of the globe.

Dear heart, do not let fear control you, cripple you or rob you of your peace. Do not let it frighten you into despair. Do not allow it to fill your heart with dread or steal your joy.

For most of us life has changed dramatically over the past month or two. In my country, and probably yours, we are in lockdown. We are to stay in our homes and only venture out for absolute essentials - food, medicine, work. There are heavy fines in place for any unnecessary movements out of doors or gatherings of more than two people.

This in itself can bring about a fearful heart, a despairing heart...indeed, a lonely heart.
But safe indoors, attending to our homes and gardens, accessing family through various internet measures, can offer it's own safety and genuine opportunities for creative avenues we may not have pursued under normal circumstances.

Consider today what you love about your home, consider the aspects you would like to change and what you can use on hand to bring that about. I was chatting with Blossom about the old tv series, The Waltons, and of their inventiveness, their frugality, their resilience during the depression of the 1930's to soldier on, make do and mend, use what they had on hand...and their faith in God. I wish those programs could be shown on television deeply encouraging they would be now as we seem fairly certain a depression is coming again.

Late last year I watched an entire series on Youtube called Wartime Farm. There are eight episodes and they were brilliant in showing how Britain's farmers adapted to the food shortage and the extreme conditions of wartime.

Here is episode 1...

I'm going to start over with this series again because it was fascinating, informative, encouraging and in light of life amidst COVID-19 it also reminds me how the human spirit can lift in the darkest and most challenging of times.

Take your eyes off the news for a bit - let them rest on God's Word, do some stitching, prepare a garden, create a delicious meal or treat with simpler ingredients, write a letter or send a card to loved ones and friends who may be isolated and alone, download an audio book (many libraries have this option if you cannot afford to purchase books that way), dust the book shelves and brew a cuppa to sip while you reacquaint yourself with all those books you purchased many years ago but never had time to really enjoy. I have many home-based books and sewing books on my shelves just begging to be opened.

I know these are all small things in the big scheme of life, but honestly, sometimes we need to do the small things because there's a lot of big things happening around us that can tend to create a sense of overwhelm or lack of control.

But within your home, your God-given safe sanctuary, wherever that is, let peace and joy abound.
Set yourself some simple tasks and take your time as you work through them, being sure to add in a few thoroughly delightful tasks amidst the regular homemaker chores.

Put on some music, the kind that lifts YOUR spirit - dance...sing...or drive that vacuum cleaner around with a sassy sway (if you're like me!).

What feel-good movies are you drawn to on days when life is a bit much or you're full up with a head cold? Write a list and add them to your daily tasks because looking after mental health is very important right now and time out to just let the weariness or impact of our new daily lives drift way for a while is a healthy tonic.

The photos above are of this month's block + another bonus block in our Psalm 23 BOM for 2020.
Make another page just the way you made last month's page using the verse block and the comforter block (here)

You can also see my second version in the pastel blues and pinks. The fabric behind is what I've been using for the applique and it will also feature as borders when I make these new blocks into a wall quilt.

Use the link below to download the free pattern.

I had a wonderful chat with Blossom and the girls via Facetime this morning so my happy tank is nice and full again. Not seeing them, not cuddling up on the couch and being squished with toddler arms is difficult, but I praise God we have the technology today which allows us to see each other in our homes, read books to the children, share a cuppa, and feel far more connected than our daily phone conversations. What a blessing. 
It may be many months before the restrictions are lifted but let us not lose heart dear ones...this too shall pass, and I believe if we put our minds to the task we will come through it with a renewed sense of gratitude for what we once had, and a new sense of gratitude for the lessons of simpler living we are learning now. 

Before I go, if you or someone you love has been affected by COVID-19, please forgive me for not offering the comfort you need, for not being able to remove the sorrow or circumstances you face...but know that this day I am praying for you, and I ask everyone who is reading this post today to join me and pray also.

May He be your strength, comfort, hope, provision and truth.

Loving hugs

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Daily rhythms and a surprise...

When I suggested the other day that we all look through those long forgotten UFO projects my mind had been fixed on the fabric and thread kind, but as I was cleaning up my sewing room yesterday it was yarn which caught my eye, most especially a crochet rug I began last autumn but did not get far along with.

So here we are in another Australian autumn and I'm rather toying with the idea of returning to this project and seeing it through to completion before winter's end. Staying home for many months should work in my favour with regards to that plan, but I'm also considering a basket of leftover yarn from last year's Sweet Pea blanket (Attic 24 pattern) which I made for Rafaella...

I did in fact begin a new blanket with them but my cast on row was too tight (I did not think to use a larger hook for that part) and the more rows I crocheted the more obvious that curved cast on row became so I just packed it away rather disappointed and too busy to start over. 
But it's been a long time between hooked stitches so I'm going to unravel it this weekend, perhaps whilst watching one of my favourite Jane Austen's, "Persuasion", and then start over. 
Two blankets to play with, but which one first? 
I'm rather partial to colour you know, and the sweet pea palette is more 'me' than the sandy seashore tones of the other UFO.

Have you found something to work on or finish from your UFO bundle?

In the kitchen I've made a return to breadmaking, something I did a lot of before we moved here. Through 2015-2018 most our our bread was home made and though there's been the odd spurt of home-baked loaves since then, it's the exception rather than the rule...but life is fast changing for many of us and trips to the grocery store will be few and far between now, so the rhythm of making three loaves a week is back...and it makes me happy. Mr E is rather chuffed too.

The first loaf this past week was a light rye, lovely and moist and wonderfully delicious.
I also baked an Apricot Shortcake that day, equally as yummy.

My husband and I grew up in an era when bread was always on the table alongside the evening meal and though I can go without it these days, he truly loves to have a thick slice or two beside his dinner plate. 

The Apricot Shortcake was an experiment, the base and top made using the same recipe as my Strawberry Shortcake (with a teaspoon of vanilla extract added) but I switched the centre layer ingredients to apricot jam and a large tin of drained apricot halves.

Wow...we love apricots in our family and this is sure to be made over and over, so I thought you might like the recipe...


125g butter (we use vegan butter)
110g caster sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Beat all of these together until light and fluffy.

Fold through -

110g plain white flour
110g white self-raising flour

Spread HALF of the dough across the base of a greased and lined round springform cake pan.

Warm 3/4 cup of apricot jam and spread it over the dough.
Spread the drained apricot halves over the jam (I used an 800g can - that would be a 28oz can for the US).

Spread the remaining half of the dough across the apricots - I dropped spoonfuls all over and then gently pressed down with floured hands once all the dough was in place.

Sprinkle a teaspoon of sugar across the top of the dough.

Bake in a 180C (375F) oven for around 50 minutes.

A couple of weeks ago Blossom had gifted me a bowl of her homemade vegan chocolate mousse, which turned out to be more of a very rich fudge - truly scrumptious, but it needed something 'tart' to balance the sweetness.

I made a crumb base in my food processor from walnuts, almonds, macadamias and dates which I pressed into four ramekins.

Then I spread the fudgy mousse over the base....

...before topping with my homemade lemon curd. This lemon curd is very tart and ovo-vegan (we use our own hen's eggs), which gave this dessert the kick it needed to impress my husband.

I had to try it before I offered some to my husband, right?
So good. Just so good.


3 large free-range eggs
1 tablespoon (20ml) of lemon zest
1/2 cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/4 cup honey
4 tablespoons of coconut oil (80ml)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon cacao butter (around 9 discs) - this is optional but totally worth it

Gather all the ingredients before you begin as once this begins coming together its quick.

Whisk together eggs, lemon zest and honey in a saucepan, then place on the stove over a medium heat. Immediately begin whisking in the lemon juice, coconut oil, vanilla and cacao butter.
Continue to whisk until everything melts and the mixture begins to thicken. 

Remove from heat and pour into a container to cool, and store in refrigerator. 
In the fridge this will last for around 10 days.

Our hens are back in their coop now that the worst of the wet season is over, although as I write this there is steady rain falling outside.

They have really missed this area while contained up back in the pool enclosure for more than two months, and having them back in their home has eased a bit of the stress here (they kept escaping from the pool enclosure) as well as brought a small sense of normality to daily rhythms.

Our girls lay 12-14 eggs every week, which is more than we use, so my elderly next door neighbour excitedly accepts 2 or 4 at a time. 

The yard is a mess, I have to tell you. After the extreme heat of our tropical summer and early autumn combined with the wet season, there's been nothing but weed control and bugs...yet despite that I allowed a few of our basil plants to go to seed and they have produced scores of new plants just in time for the best growing season of our North Queensland year.

We use a lot of basil, oregano, parsley, rosemary and thyme, and though some of the herbs have struggled to get by our basil and oregano have flourished.

Now I'm waiting to see if the oregano will go to seed as well. It survived the sweltering weather due to sitting in shade under the large Ixora bush all summer.

As I said the other day, it's been really difficult not having Blossom, Cully May and Rafaella visit each week, or for me to visit them. How my heart leapt yesterday when Mr E and I received drawings from the girls! They made me cry and then smile with delight because now we have them on the front of the refrigerator. I cannot wait to hug them close again when all this has passed.

NEWS - the surprise!

Blossom has just allowed me to give you a peek at her almost ready to launch online baby wear shop.
My girl has been honing her dressmaking skills for the past 3.5 years, and being homeschooled she knows well how to research, learn, practice, test and then repeat the whole process until she is fully satisfied. 

Of course, she may not admit this, but she's actually never fully satisfied and for the next 'however' long years of dressmaking there is ahead of her she'll continue learning and honing her craft because that's just how God made her to be.

The sweet little outfits are gorgeous, and so very well made...there's even a bit of vintage Tilda I see!

The label for her baby and toddler wear was inspired by her two girls, Cully May and Rafaella Lucy...

As soon as the online shop is open I will let you know.
May God bless the work of her hands.

It sounds as though the rain has settled now so I'd best be away to play in the garden with my man.
He has a wheelbarrow full of mature compost ready for me to plant seeds and there's nothing better than soft wet soil to pull weeds, plants seeds and seedlings, and to enjoy the earth beneath your feet.

I'll leave you with this beautiful photo I took yesterday. Butterflies are everywhere in the garden at the moment but they do love colour and mostly I find them on flowering bushes or here enjoying a vibrant potted plant waiting to be planted out.

Bless each and every one of you,
loving hugs