Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Where collector ends and Hoarder begins


bush radio
Mr D bought me this vintage Bush radio to add to my little collection. It was in the shop I bought this one from..
vintage roberts
A treat to myself after the trauma of  The Tooth.
Did I ever say how much I love Mr D?
well to just put it out there.
A lot.
Both of them will be right at home with their friends….
vintage radio
SmileX

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Sunday Thoughts..

 

vintage dressing table

This is my view tonight whilst at my sleep over job. Not a bad place to sleep, as long as the resident woof doesn't come and put his wet nose on my face all will be well.

This vintage dressing table reminds me of the one I had for my Sindy doll.

Sindy … she was one lucky lady.

SmileX

Friday, 25 April 2014

Stocking up in Betty’s


bettys tea
Sis and I have just been to Yorkshire to visit Granny for a few days, this is always nice as we have girly time with granny (this visit we even broke her out of hospital before we left so that we could have a trip out all together)
If you know anything about me at all you will know my love for Betty's.
I always make a stop here to stock up on treats.
For the uneducated amongst you, you can
There is no question it is on the expensive side, but you definitely get what you pay for, and it’s a totally different experience to sitting in a chain coffee shop. I’ve never been to this particular branch without seeing a queue. I don’t feel like I’ve been to Yorkshire unless I’m strolling down the high street with a Betty’s carrier bag full of goodies.
If you ever find yourself in Yorkshire, I would recommend you go to one of the tea rooms ( there are now 6 tea rooms). You won’t regret it, or you can even order online from their website.
SmileX

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

I’ve Got Your Number Sophie Kinsella. Book Review No. 7


i've got your number
Poppy Wyatt has never felt luckier. She is about to marry her ideal man, Magnus Tavish, but in one afternoon her “happily ever after” begins to fall apart. Not only has she lost her engagement ring in a hotel fire drill but in the panic that follows, her phone is stolen. As she paces shakily around the lobby, she spots an abandoned phone in a trash can. Finders keepers! Now she can leave a number for the hotel to contact her when they find her ring. Perfect!
Well, perfect except that the phone’s owner, businessman Sam Roxton, doesn’t agree. He wants his phone back and doesn’t appreciate Poppy reading his messages and wading into his personal life.
What ensues is a hilarious and unpredictable turn of events as Poppy and Sam increasingly upend each other’s lives through emails and text messages. As Poppy juggles wedding preparations, mysterious phone calls, and hiding her left hand from Magnus and his parents . . . she
soon realizes that she is in for the biggest surprise of her life
I’ve read every Sophie Kinsella novel going. This was the one that had gotten away, I did get a copy once, one of those over size paper backs (why?) from the charity shop but then I realised why they gave it to me, it was a tad ‘manky’ to say the least. When I say I’ll read anything I didn’t mean that, I have some standards, please. I found this at a car boot sale for the bargain price of 50 pence.
What would you do if you lost your mobile phone? Would your life come to a screeching halt? How would you communicate with people?
And if you became aware that someone had your mobile phone (albeit a work one) would you let them ‘borrow’ it, have access to your life?
I asked myself this whilst reading the book. I like to think I wouldn’t have a breakdown over it. Then I remember when I was driving to work the other day and I suddenly thought I’d left my phone on the table at home. Heart. Stopped.
This novel, like Sophie’s other novels, is a funny laugh out loud easy read, which I enjoyed even though the story line is a bit far fetched, (I’m not sure why I just typed that, when the novel I’m currently reading is about children being kidnapped to go to a school for Good & Evil and then to graduate into fairy tales.)
If you’re a fan of Sophie, you will like it.
SmileX

Monday, 21 April 2014

Life’s a Beach

 

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It occurred to me the other day, that I don’t post enough pictures of the area I live.

I’ve lived in this little sea side town since I was 11 years old, having moved down from Yorkshire, and Mr D & I bought our present house about 20 years ago. Our house is about a 2 minute walk to the beach.

It’s not the prettiest of beaches by any stretch of the imagination, but lately the powers that be have been trying to ‘regenerate’ parts of it.

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Mr D & I decided to take a stroll on Good Friday to look at some new ice cream & coffee huts. It’s always good to know where the important places are.

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These boulders are part of the new sea defences.

Apparently, you shouldn’t climb on them.

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SmileX

Sunday, 20 April 2014

Sunday Thoughts…


grandma
Spending a few days at Grannie’s house with sis.
SmileX

Friday, 18 April 2014

A vintage bike ride..


vintage bike 1
Spring has sprung, and despite the sea breeze which plagues us here on the coast, I decided it’s time to dust Tilly off and take her out for a ride.
Having had her tires pumped up the other week by Mr D, an experimental wicker hamper was placed on the back rack. As you can see it didn’t last long. It was decided that it was just too large, and although Mr D thought it would be good for transporting all his lovely yummie dinners in, I decided that being so large, once it was full I would struggle to peddle home to cook said dinners.
So the hunt for a suitable size basket or box for the back rack continues….
vintage bike 3
I found a nice sheltered spot to sit by the prom, and had a little read (which turned into an hour) watched some families playing on the beach, marvelled at the fact that I had a day off, it was sunny, and I didn’t have to bring two children complete with bikes teddy bears, shopping and a naughty dog with me.
bike ride
Marvelled at the fact it was just me and my book.
Life is good.
SmileX

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Little Beach Street Bakery Book Review No 6.


the little beach street bakery
Polly Waterford is recovering from a toxic relationship. Unable to afford her flat, she has to move miles away from everyone to a little sea side resort in Cornwall, where she lives alone in an abandoned shop.
Polly takes out her frustrations on her favourite hobby: baking bread. What was previously a weekend diversion suddenly becomes far more important as she pours her emotions into kneading and pounding the dough, and each loaf becomes better and better. With nuts and honey, olives and chorizo, local honey (courtesy of the local bee keeper) Huckle and with reserves of determination Polly never knew she had, she bakes and bakes and bakes… and people start to hear about it.
Sometimes bread is life, and Polly is about to reclaim hers.
I’m having a secret love affair with Jenny Colgan at the moment. Her last 5 books have been written for me, I’m sure of it. Cupcake cafes, Old fashioned sweet shops, Chocolate and now a Bakery.
This one is just as good as the others, and I read it in a day.
I’ve never made bread, and I certainly have never tasted bread with honey in it. I have been to Cornwall (once) though, so maybe I could be Polly after all?
Jenny is on a run of cosy sweet books that make you feel all warm inside (and hungry) feel good books that don’t expect anything from you, that you can just enjoy without thinking, that you can imagine yourself inside, and in the blink of an eye, you find yourself on the last page.
I’m wondering what she will come up with next?
SmileX

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

That day my front tooth fell out

It goes like this...
Many (at least ten) years ago Mr D & I were camping with a group of friends. It was hot and so I put my (rather large) bar of chocolate in our cold box.
It turns out that box was pretty cold, and the lesson was learnt never to bite into an extra cold bar of chocolate.
Yep. Broke my front teeth.
There started many trips to the dentist where the outcome after months of root fillings, pain, and toothless days was a crown for one of my front teeth and a false tooth. (the crown for that one refused to stay in & i was so fed up I just said get me a false one!) No. I don't take my false tooth out every night and leave it in a glass.(Don't tell me you weren't asking me that in your head) There left one of my own teeth at the front, which was root filled.
Many years later, all was going dandy until I woke up one morning (last week) and thought my (one real front) tooth felt a bit strange. Then it fell apart.
Mortified. You would be.
Add to that my dentist who I trust with my life and my face was gadding about on holiday.
I have been a week now with no front tooth. Preparations for the crown have been done by the nice (if somewhat brisk) polish lady, and somewhere in some laboratory the elves are making me a brand spanking new tooth.
I have a speech impediment. Caused by the gap. And I'm paranoid about biting anything and so i cut all my food into little pieces.
I'm quite proud of myself for even leaving the house, as many of my friends have told me they wouldn't.
But I keep telling myself there are worse things that could happen.
And every one knows I'm usually beautiful this is just a little blip right?
Mr D tells me quite calmly that it's just a chapter of my life that I'll look back on one day and laugh about.
:)X



Monday, 14 April 2014

A little corner of my world..


Today I thought I might like to let you in to a little corner of my world. 
Apart from my bed, which I love, this is my very favourite place in my house.
The chair used to belong to my Granny, it was the chair she sat on every day in her parlor until she decided to get a new one (probably because although extremely comfy this chair is quite low for Grannie's to get out of) the chair then travelled south and found a new home at my parents, until for some unknown reason they decided they didn't want it.
I couldn't bear to see the chair banished, so I re homed it and there it has sat in my dining room for a few years now.
Recently Mr D re webbed it, (I think that's the technical term) and wow, it's like a brand new chair.
The blanket that is thrown over it is because, although I love this chair, I'm not so in love with the cushion covering of it.


Next to my chair sits a table which I found at the charity shop I volunteer in. It cost me a whole 5 pounds and is just the right height.
I listen to my vintage Roberts Radio daily.


The eagle eyed amongst you will have noticed that if you look real close, underneath the chair is great storage hiding place for my to-be-read pile s.
These days I need my reading glasses and the pink case is the one that came with them. I'm not blind btw, I don't need my glasses all the time, but I do notice if I read for any length of time without them my eyes get tired and the words dance about.


My wicker basket is full of things to read. The reason the magazines are so out of date is I bought them from the charity shop. I wouldn't normally buy this type. 
I have almost finished the Blogosphere magazines but am keeping them to look up the blogs featured.
So there you have it, my favourite corner of my house. 
Do you have a favourite corner?

:)X

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Sunday Thoughts...


Happy Birthday to my Daddy!!!
:)X

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Lately



I feel it's been a bit sparse on the posts the last couple of weeks, so heres a little catch up.
Mr D finally got the bricks to finish the fire hearth, this is great as it will stop all the fire ash going on the carpet. Less house work for me.


Last weekend we stayed at a friends, (cute doggy above belongs to another couple who also stayed) it was a 25th reunion gig for the band Mr D does sound engineering for. They got all the past members together and throughout the evening they all played old and new songs.
Fun was indeed had, especially as the venue came with its own engineer therefore giving Mr D the night off.


Which is probably why he stayed in the above position pretty much the whole of the next day...


Sundays spent with friends are the best.


A couple of pics to get you in the mood... it was a bit hard for me to choose between dancing and being photographer...I managed both..


So there you have it, apart from work thats my life over the last week or so in a nut shell.
Exiting times are around the corner as the season for adventuring in the home on wheels starts this weekend!! 
She's home from her winter hide out and ready to be cleaned and filled up with essentials.

:)X

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Sunday Thoughts....


I didn't want this weekend to end, it was a time of music, laughter, friends, food (lots of food) puppy's and time with the boy. 
I'll be sure to tell you all about it, but I really need to go to sleep now. Really not as young as we used to be.
:)X

Thursday, 3 April 2014

So near to being a dress


Seems like so long ago. The course finished, and as I was still without a wearable dress I made a back alley deal with the lovely teacher for extra time in exchange for a box of pretty china. It's amazing what people will do for pretty china.


MY last session was this week, and I have almost so nearly made a dress.
Having never made anything more than some bunting and stuffed hearts with my sewing machine, I can tell you I am quite chuffed.
Especially when on leaving, my lovely teacher told me the pattern I had chosen was 'quite ambitious for a first dress to make' Now she tells me. 


There's still a little vintage button to put on the front, and some sewing at the top of the zip. Then I need to see if it actually fits. 
It's no where near perfect, anyone with any sewing knowledge will be able to pick out the flaws, but hey, it can only get better from here right?
I'll do a show and tell when it's done.

:)X