A New Bag for Me, Yipee!

I'm feeling the need to back-track a little today.

I'm really going to have to post much more frequently if I'm going to keep up with all the photos I've taken for you. Take todays post, this project was finished a month ago! That's very bad blog house keeping isn't it? Tut, tut!

This is my new bag!

Yes, MY new bag!

Not for anyone else.

Not to be gifted.

But one for little old me, Yippee!

As you know I'm a kinda pink, flowery sort of girl.

after all, I chose the name MarmaladeRose.
(I like the way it forms in your mouth when you say it.)

Mar-ma-lade-rose

You can't help but end with a pout!

You just tried it didn't you? LOL!

I've made several of this style bag now and I have to say it's my favourite.

Very roomy!

Well a girl needs room for her blog camera and spare batteries, and a ball of wool and a crochet hook is a must at all times!

This little pocket that I've embellished was once a pair of my daughters corduroy jeans. Hence the need to crochet a cover for the metal Tesco's Cherokee button.

Ta-daa!

Big, flowery, pink, girly, soft, squishy and MINE!

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Love Fi x

My week in pictures.

Well, the parts that were suitable to photograph.

A journey to Grandma and Grandpa's for the weekend. (Being in the car for nearly 3 hours is very boring when you are 15.)

and when your 5 and a half!

This is my Mum and Dads house over in East Yorkshire. You can just see the beautiful Wisteria under the bedroom window.

Sneaky dog enjoys Grandpa's pretty garden, there are lots of little paths and bushes to sniff around.

But before you know it it's time to...

head back home to North Yorkshire and rolling hills and brooding skies.

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Bank Holiday Monday brought glorious sunshine for the village fair.

Shiny red tractors to guess the weight of.

Traditional Maypole dancing by the village school children. (sorry I managed to miss it, must have been rummaging on the brick-a-brack stall!)

Sweet little babies taking an afternoon nap in the sunshine.

These were little Shetland ponies.

Plenty of folk taking in the village scenery.

No village fair in England would be complete without Morris Dancers.

Pretty cottages.

Stone Barnes.

A glorious day in all.

(if you've got very good eyesight you might just see a castle in the background to the right.)

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A couple of days later I received a parcel from the lovely Sandi all the way from Australia.

Look at this beautiful handmade card, just the right shade of vintage dusky pink.

And look what was inside!

The most gorgeous teacup fabrics and lengths of lace. Isn't it wonderful how one little person who you've never met before, thousands of miles away on the other side of the world can touch your life in such a lovely thoughtful way. Thank you sooooo much Sandi for making me feel very special.
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Yes ladies, I even managed a little 20 minutes out in the garden... how are you doing with yours?

Sneaky dog was much more interested in this...

Not taken from a very good angle I grant you but when Wonderful Man very kindly climbs over a wall and balances in the mud for you, you can't be picky can you.

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It's our new hen house!

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Yes, our little household is growing.

I'll introduce you to

Cluck,

Margery,

Geraldine

and

Lady Gaga

very soon.
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Bye for now

love Fi x

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P. S. The parts that weren't suitable to photograph were, me snoozing in the sunshine quite a lot, barbecuing in the rain, sitting outside the our local pub indecently late into the night ssssh! Having my my oldest and bestest friend from school come and stay, and a lovely evening spent in an Indian restaurant with dear friends.

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Aaaah bliss.

I'm off to check up on your week now.

Whitby Weekend

Hello again, here I am with my new chum James Cook. Actually I didn't realise Wonderful Man had me in this photo, I was too busy looking at this...
Very pretty eh?
This is Whitby on the East coast of England.
If you look carefully just above the houses you can see the 99 steps up to the Abbey ruins.
Would you like to climb up them?
No!
Just as well I did it for you then isn't it.

We chose to climb the steps earlyish in the morning before it got to warm and busy.

There he is WM, half man, half mountain goat.

Obviously I could have dashed past him but I had to keep stopping to take photos for you lot.

thank goodness.

99 steps is a lot of huffing and puffing.

But well worth it when you get to the top.

Looking left inland and then...

right to the sea.

Now we're at the top lets go and take a look at Whitby Abbey, destroyed by the Germans during the war.

What goes up must come down.

back at the bottom.

The Duke of York pub where we had our evening meal looking out over the harbour..

Lots of little shops for us to look at, I think we should concentrate on the important ones.

This one is a must if you visit Whitby. The Shepherds Purse.
It's full of the most beeeeeeaaaaaauuuuuuutiful things. Velvet flowers, gorgeous soaps, the most feminine floaty clothes, ribbons and lace, jewellery, bags all manner of scrumptiousness. OH yeah and they sell whole foods too. I did ask if I could take photos but unfortunately they said no.

The next thing I need to show you is Bobbins yarn shop in the old Wesley Hall.

there are also a few antiques mingled in with yarn, but we won't bother ourselves with them.

the colours, the textures, the huge hanks!

Hmmmm yarny goodness.

Time for some fresh air me thinks. How about a walk along the harbour walls.

WM kindly asks if I would like to climb to the top of the lighthouse.

I politely decline, after all I have the pressing business of cards to write.

WM had a cracking view from the top.
There I am on the first white bench, scribbling away.

The far end of the pier

I really didn't enjoy walking along here as I could see between the gaps in the planks!

and then we had to turn around and go back.

This is a smaller version of Captain Cooks famous ship the Endeavour.
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Enough fresh air, time for more shopping. Fabric shopping!

This is Judiths Fabrics on Brunswick Street.

floor to ceiling with haberdashery goodness.

all very neatly stacked and ordered

buttons, buttons and more buttons.

the lovely lady herself, very helpful and oh soooo tidy!

Back outside again. Let me introduce you to Elizabeth the steam bus! Vernon her owner and driver is potty about steam engines. In fact Vernon is quite famous in a very anonymous way. He drives the stream train at the beginning of the TV programme 'The Royal' and he drove the Hogwarts Express in the Harry Potter films.

Elizabeth herself is rather special. The government changed the road traffic act for her back in 2005. Apparently all road vehicles have to have their exhausts at the back but Elizabeth's is at the front. So they changed it for steam buses, of which she is the only one.

Aaaah... ll.45pm and we're still sat outside in our short sleeves. Bliss!

Well that was our weekend in Whitby.

A gloriously hot and sunny birthday treat weekend!
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Nearly forgot... for those of you who asked... a ginnel is an alleyway.

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Love Fi x