Regency turban really under way now!

So, having bought a wig stand and a stretchy turban as a basis…

 

The next step was to drape fabric around it.  This is left over from the Regency dress, so it’ll match.

Draping front

Draping back

Now to begin stitching it all together (and hopefully not to the stand).  I also found a little collection of sparkly bits which might work as decorations.

A long term project completed!

Some years ago, I began crocheting squares from some cotton yarn from my stash.  Squares are good to take on holiday, as they are small and you can just take a few at a time, but it also means the project progresses slowly… Anyway, I was getting near the end of the cotton, so it was time to decide what to make from the finished squares.

First, they had to be blocked, then pressed. 

I ended up with 33, just the number for a shrug pattern I found.  The photo below was taken on the bed while I was away in Cambridge – the whole project was still small enough to take in my rucksack!

The assembled shrug had to be blocked again after I had crocheted the squares together.

Here it is being worn as a shrug:

But the sleeves have buttons, so you can also wear it as a shawl…

…or a scarf!

Very adaptable!  But do I store it with the wraps, the shrugs or the scarves??

A few days in Cambridge

I am spending a few days in Cambridge with a group called “Free to Believe”, studying Tom Holland’s book “Dominion”.  This afternoon we had some free time, so I went for a stroll around Cambridge.  In true Wheeler fashion, I wandered away from the bustle to the river, which was much more pleasant.

There were dog walkers, ducks, a heron and a couple of teenage swans.  But I wasn’t expecting cows!

Hastings

We finally managed to find a day when neither of us were busy AND the weather looked reasonable, so it was off on a train to Hastings. The train was a bit delayed due to an “incident”, so Rocco was getting a bit bored:

A lovely journey down in a quiet carriage and an excellent (and chatty) conductor. As usual, we left the train at St Leonards Warrior Square and walked down to the seafront through the gardens:

Finally, we got to a bit of dog friendly beach and Rocco could let off steam:

Then a quick trip along the pier; all surprisingly empty:

All too soon, it was time to find our pub for lunch. Rocco was (as usual) very well behaved, and I rewarded him with some trimmings from my steak. After lunch, we climbed up to West Hill (it was easy for me as I had a very enthusiastic dog helping) and Rocco could have a good run around while we enjoyed the view.

We then wandered back to the Hastings Station – and sat in our air-conditioned train until it was time to go home.

A lovely day out!

Some baby plants arrive

While I had a subscription to Gardener’s World Magazine, I sent off for some mini plug plants, which only cost the postage.  They arrived in what looked like an impossibly small package, but inside were 30 tiny plants in 30 tiny pots.

They were quite damp and seemed to be happy, but I thought it best to up-pot them pretty quickly.

It turned out that some of the tiny pots actually held more than one seedling, but I put each pot’s worth into one of my home made paper pots.

Now I am left with 30 tiny plant pots.  Can I find another use for them, so they are not single-use plastic?

Time to reduce my wardrobe

That is in quantity, not size!  For the past however many years, in the same way that we did when I was growing up, I have done a swap in May and October of the winter and summer clothes which are put in the camphor wood box while they aren’t in use.

This spring I was prompted to start early, and my aim was to reduce the (embarrassing) number of clothes I had so there would no longer be any need to keep the out of season ones separately.

So I took over the front bedroom for several days and emptied my wardrobe and drawers onto every available surface.  The beady eyed may also see the kirtle and coif in the foreground.

The shoes alone covered the bed!

I almost succeeded in my goal – there are only heavy winter coats in the camphor wood box now, and there are four bags waiting to go to the charity shop.  Furthermore, the clothes I do have are better organised.  Result!