Follow me to the loft......

My imagination often gets the better of me and I can't resist painting the perfect picture (which is not always the case I promise) but today follow me to my loft above the tree tops. I walk through my courtyard still green but a little frost beaten and up the stairs into my haven. I take a breath as I glance towards my work table. I love this old french table that holds my pins, ribbons and today a gorgeous stash of fabric...I am inspired as I feel this heavenly pure cotton between my fingers. Amy Butler, Michael Miller and Heather Bailey are a true inspiration at this time. I am once again thinking of a homemade Christmas. If I start now, hopefully with all the constant demands of my young family , I can see some special projects completed. As I complete, I will show my items in my new post slot called 'Mousehole Village crafting'. See you there and I hope that I can inspire you..

A happy day to you~
Suzanne
XXX

Up in the loft~

If you have read my blog through the last year or so, you will definitely notice that I have this special bond with the English countryside and France. A little village somewhere calls my name ever so often and I day dream.. I wonder and ponder. Due to my creative nature, I often wish to see the space where someone works from. The neatly rolled ribbons, the delicate lace, the floral and striped fabrics. The place where your world becomes focused just on what you are making. I love that space. I find I can work anywhere in my home but of late, I want to be in my loft. The sun streams in in the mornings. My wooden windows open up into the trees. I hear birds and smell sweet scents of wisteria and sweet peas. I love pushing open my sash window and calling down for someone to bring me a cuppa. So, this is my work space. My ribbon boxes and button tins. The french table and antique wooden chair are old and weather beaten. The wooden reels are waiting for a moment for me to wrap embroidery threads around them. My fabric stash is calling me to shake out the dust and fold neat piles one on top of the other. My old white washed wooden door houses my market bags. My spinning wheel now sits in the corner waiting for me to spin. I hand spun and dyed some wool this week. A long break from the craft made me itch to start up again. Yes, I think Spring has welled up feelings of renewal. New inspiration to make with my hands~

A happy day to you~