Now We Are Six (Months)...

Yes indeedy! Dottie and I are both officially six months old (well a bit more than that actually but I have been suffering from severe blogophobia and it seems that I am very tardy with this post...). When you're young whenever you're asked your age you always have to add on the months to your age, I think my youngest daughter who is ten has just stopped saying "9 and a half", or "nine and three quarters..., as a mother of a new baby you take great delight in knowing just how many weeks, days and even hours old your baby is. In a relationship you know exactly when you were first asked out, your first date, your first kiss etc and Dottie and I, well we know to the very minute when we were born so to speak... and speaking as a "proud parent" we've had a lovely, fun and adventure full childhood!



The Emporium is taking bigger, more confident steps each day, that's not to say we've not had a few wobbles along the way, our enthusiasm for finding new treasures in not waning and there is always, always a sense of fun and mischief in what we get up to.



It is perhaps time that we stuck to and followed most closely the rules of our new staff handbook - ssssh don't tell Dottie but I am going to give her a copy very shortly. Being important business people (tongue firmly in cheek here) we do need to keep up to date with all the new goings on in the world of commerce and this thing they call the world wide web. So I am sure this little book will more than pay for itself...



For example, did you know, and I bet you didn't, that ALL these things are available on the internet? Well, well, well...
This book will teach us all about "cookies" (no, not the custard cream I kind, of which I think we are now connoisseurs), it tells us that Dottie and I are now "e-tailers", it explains what a "portal" is, not the kind in Harry Potter apparently, and, perhaps, most scarily that my fridge or dustbin will be able to update my shopping list in the very near future (but don't ask me how).
Written only ten years ago my how times have changed...



As for Dottie and I, these past six months have taught us an awful too -
1. Give things a go... if you spend hours and hours, months and months chattering to each other about your fantasy shop, then why not make it a reality?



2. Never press a button unless you know for certain what it does! (Dottie will know exactly what I mean here...).
3. If you press a button and you're not sure what it does, then be prepared to spend hours, days, weeks on the phone putting it right again.
4. Always be surprised by the patience and understanding of your customers after you have pressed the said button and the lack of patience and understanding by those who are meant to be "solving the problem."



5. Be prepared to 'meet' lots of friends along the way... how lovely it is to have returning customers, to gradually build up conversations with them and have some idea what it is they're looking for.
6. You can never have enough tissue paper, string and brown paper...
7. Dottie can never have enough sellotape...
8. Thank heavens my phone contract allows for limitless free phone calls to my partner in crime as the need to chat hourly is of the imperative!



9. Take photos while the sun shines... you never know when it'll be sunny again!
10. Realise how lucky you are to have such supportive friends and families, who understand why you "need to check your emails" and are now used to your morphing into your alter egos and now call you "Dottie" and "Milly" too.
11. There are never, ever, enough custard creams in the biscuit tin...



12. And finally, I have learnt, that I couldn't have chosen a nicer person to hold my hand and share this adventure with - thank you Dottie x




Have a great weekend, I hear that love is in the air, hope it blows your way too
x

Way To Blue

Last night we went to a concert. A much awaited evening that didn't disappoint. An evening that moved me to tears and has left me feeling very emotional. An evening that touched me with its beauty in a way that I hadn't expected. I have always loved the music of Nick Drake and was slightly hesitant about hearing it being performed by others but I was so wrong, it was one of the most beautiful and moving concerts I have ever been to. I had never in my wildest dreams expected to see Green Gartside (Scritti Politti) and Robyn Hitchcock standing side by side on stage singing his lyrics nor could i have imagined Lisa Hannigan's version of "Black Eyed Dog." I'm not a critic and I can't even begin to describe or do justice in words to the beauty of last night. The beauty, tragedy and poetry of Nick Drake and his music were allowed to shine. It was an evening of such specialness shared with some very special people. If you get a chance to, go and see it please do, and listen very very carefully to the haunting words of "Fruit Tree"...
Have a lovely weekend

PS Here's a link if you want to find out more - it's a minute or so into the broadcast.
x

Mr Rose's Big Day

Well Mr Roses! What a very big day indeed! Happy Happy Happy Birthday to you from all us Roses, we love you lots and lots.
x

Winter's Wonderland

What a mixed start to the new decade we've had. January for us began, not as the expected bleak midwinter, but as a beautiful clear night in our friends' home overlooking the sea, watching fireworks from the beach and Chinese Lanterns filled with New Year's resolutions floating upwards into the ether.



The first few days of our New Year were crisp and bright. The kind of weather that beckons you from the sofa to pile on those extra woolly layers and venture out into the winter sunshine. Long walks to clear the head, unfurl from your Christmas hibernation and to take strides, great strides, into the fresh year ahead.



The winter's sunshine can be as dazzling as that of summer and, unlike the haze of summer which often bleaches the colour, these rays only seemed to intensify the gorgeous hues of our wintry backdrop.



Majestic trees loomed high against a bluebell coloured sky



The romantic greens of moss and ivy entwined along an old flint wall



A village church that has stood for years and years witnessing many a new decade and century, looking idyllic in its setting



Yet January has more than one side, I awoke this morning to a monotone landscape - all colour leached from it by the falling snow. A silence falling steadfastly across the greys.



As beautiful and as inspiring as its technicolour version just a few days ago. For me it is a chance to love the unpredicatable, a chance to breath out all that has gone before and embrace all that is to come.

The Day Before...

May the next 365 days be as pink and rosy as the flowers in the photo! Wishing you all a very Happy, Healthy, Peaceful and Fun Filled New Year - see you on the other side xxx

Twelve Days...

Magical festive fairies



Hand made cranberry hearts - gifts from a friend



Golden glittery moments



Snow covered trees



Roses on holly



Feathered friends hiding amongst the holly



Carols & baubles



Rosy robins



Cheeky chaps



Christmas Greetings



Childhood decorations




Heartfelt Christmas wishes - Have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas with a sprinkling of magic each day



xxx

Four More Sleeps...

Pots of Gold

Ssssh, I've heard a rumour, it was on the radio so it must be true... the rain is going to stop and we might have a dry weekend! How lovely would that be. I might even be able to take some photos of things I want to share with you, hooray! Without the bursts of sunshine that we had a couple of weeks ago there haven't even been many rainbows to follow ... but I have found some pots of gold:



The little robin that comes to visit our garden every day, perching on a garden chair and smiling at me. Sitting there proudly, perfectly still until I reach for my camera and then whoosh, he's away...

The bluetits that spend their days dancing in the trees hunting for nuts and berries. Their beautiful feathers brightening the bare branches.

The four cats that were sitting high up in the ash tree, the two squirrels dashing up and down the apple tree and the five bluetits in the fig tree all playing in the garden whilst my two cats were fast asleep underneath the eiderdowns...



Going as a family to see Kate Rusby in concert last week. Her beautiful voice moving me to tears, the sight of her gorgeous baby being brought on to stage, singing Christmas songs, bumping into Liz and thanking her for the wonderful woolly socks she made me (again no photos, Mr Sunshine, please take note!). Savouring the rare and delicious moments of spending an evening all together.

Big Sister having a bunch of flowers delivered to her in an art lesson. Life is sweet indeed when you have friends who care enough to notice that you are not as cheery as you should be and take the time to leave flowers for you at school reception and ask for them to be delivered to you in class!



Proud mummy moments when you see your youngest daughter singing in a mass choir in the centre of town and your eldest daughter jumping for joy when she achieves the exam marks she so deserved ... and Mr Roses coming up trumps again when he manages to get those two minxes, Milly and Dottie, to keep still long enough, to put their party hats on.

Pots of gold indeed...

Turning over a new leaf...

Hello! I'm still here. After weeks of frantic busyness, sewing, restocking the Emporium, visits to schools, old and new, applications to Sixth Form Colleges and new Secondary Schools, endless tumbleweed moments in the post office queue and neverending cups of tea, I cleared the decks and decided that I would sit down today and write a new blog post, apologise for my absence, tell you what I've been up to and get back into the swing of blogging and visiting you all again.
Well, hey ho, perhaps I was being a little optimistic. Last Monday morning in November and there was I expecting sunshine to take some lovely rosy photos in!!! Ha ha! That'll teach me. So forgive me if I change my mind about the subject of today's post but I'm unable to accompany it with the photos I wanted. For weeks now I have been giving myself a very hard time about neglecting this blog, and more importantly, not having the time to visit any of you. I have been walking round composing blog posts in my head (and believe me there are quite a few stored up there). I haven't even had the time to visit your blogs, have a quick read and leave without a comment, how bad is that, when I haven't even found the time to lurk. As the weeks have past the thought of writing a new blog became something akin to that dreaded piece of homework, the essay that you know has to be written, the one that makes you sit down and get on with it, and the one, ultimately, that will leave you feeling oh so much better for having finally written it.
Well this is it. I'm really sorry. Please excuse my absence. I owe this blog and my blog readers so much and feel very bad about having temporarily turned my back. So I promise, when the sunshine returns, however temporarily, I will snap those photos and tell those tales...



In the meantime, here are some photos of some of my favourite books that I have recently been able to hunt down and add to our Library at the Emporium (we've also been busy decorating the front of our Emporium, my goodness it was hard not using up all the snow from the roof in our snowball fights, a rather wet and soggy Dottie and I returned to the stockroom much later!).



Back to the books - I do try to find my favourite titles to add to our library. Books I have read myself, and can recommend. Old, original editions that smell like books should smell! Of course, my all time favourite would be "I Capture The Castle" and I have been lucky enough to find an old edition with dustjacket.



Recently, Mr Roses, Big Sister and I have been rewatching the BBC DVD of "Love in A Cold Climate". I can't tell you how happy I was to stumble across a first edition of this book to add to our shelves. "The Pursuit of Love" and "Love in a cold climate" were written for wet, rainy days like this, I'm sure of it!



At the beginning of this year I read "A Game of Hide and Seek" by Elizabeth Taylor, when it was republished by Virago. I must admit I knew very little about the author and had not heard of the story before, I was, I have to admit, attracted by the book cover! Having read the Virago edition and fallen in love with it, I set out to find an early edition with book jacket. Oh the thrill of the hunt! Nothing lovelier than finding a book unexpectedly when you've almost given up the search! What a scrumptious jacket too!



And there's more! The icing on the cake - not one book, not two, but four lovely stories in one book with original dustjacket too! The Diary of a Provincial Lady by E M Delafield is one of the most amusing books I read last year. After reading it, I found an original copy of another in the title "The Provincial Lady in Wartime" and want to write more about this in another post. But here, in this edition of "The Provincial Lady" are four of her books. A real treasure that I am finding it hard to part with.
If you fancy a good read, or want to give a book at Christmas they're all on the library shelves.
I shall be back as soon as the sun appears with some photos and tales of 1940s Christmases, Horlicks, dried egg and woolly knickers!
x

Away above the chimney tops...

So it seems that the good old rain timer has been set again to its twice daily "let's coincide with the school run to make things as miserable as possible" setting. Between 8.30am and 9am you can guarantee a downpour and similarly at 3pm.



I quite like walking in the rain, in many ways I prefer walking in it to driving in it. Little Sister is of a very different opinion and the journey home, up and down two hills and those 120 "secret steps" along the "Cat's creep" leading up to our house can feel like a marathon at the beginning or end of a school day when your shoes are squelching, your school bag and entire contents are soaked and your umbrella has once again folded in on itself...



However, there are moments like today, when I looked up to the sky, and found a multi coloured smile shining back at me through the grey clouds. Not just one but two (if you look very closely there were two rainbows waiting for me today). Not only did it work its magic on me but a very happy Little Sister was waiting for me at the school gates. Having spied the rainbows through the classroom windows, she pronounced categorically that the rainbow definitely ended in the school playground, I'm not sure if they will be spending the rest of the week scouring the playground for pots of gold but it certainly made the walk home a little cheerier.

A brighter shade of pink...

Hello! Hope you all had a good half term, if you had one. Ours was not as relaxing as we wished it to be. So lovely to have Little Sister back home again after her week away zip wiring, canoeing and forgetting to change her clothes... For Big Sister, however, it was somewhat of an assault course in terms of homework and coursework that needed to be completed before returning to school. Why oh why do they have so much to do in the holidays? She returned to school looking and feeling as if she needed a good break.



So we were unable to spend much of the time together, but there were a couple of times that we managed to get out and on each of these occasions I managed to embarrass both my daughters as only mothers do...
Little Sister and I went to see "Up" at the cinema. Thank goodness for the 3D specs is all I can say. My eyes were streaming from start to finish. I held my hand out as I thought that my daughter might need comforting, but not a tear had she shed. It seemed I was crying enough for the two of us. Well at least it was dark...



In the full gleam of the post office queue a couple of hours later, I found the December issue of "Homes and Gardens" magazine. Not having my glasses with me as usual Little Sister had to scour the contents of it for me to find my sachets. Yes! My sachets have been featured in the magazine this month (in the handmade gift ideas for Christmas). She then had to read very loudly to me what the article said etc (several times as I was so excited, much to her annoyance) and then watched my face turn from it's blotchy tear stained pallor to a very nice scarlet as I blushed with embarrassment! Hey ho, I'm sure it amused all the others in the queue...



At the weekend, I found out that Dottie and I were also featured in "Sew Hip" magazine. Further blushing followed and much whooping and skipping - yes I can understand why my girls find me a tad embarrassing.



Dottie and I have been very busy of late building our Christmas grotto and filling the shelves with all kinds of vintage festive loveliness. Please pop in and take a lot, I hear the elves are regularly updating the stock. Decorations, presents, stocking fillers, gorgeous vintage French haberdashery



and some lovely Christmas handmade items have been added throughout the Emporium too.


My new "Christmas Pudding" lavender sachets

To finish the week off, Big Sister and I went to see a special screening of "Bright Star". Sunday morning we arrived soaking wet at the cinema, drenched from a mad dash from home and settled down for a real treat. Please go see this film, it is absolutely beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful... exquisitely filmed and beautifully acted. But please take your hankies, achingly sad. Again I sat and absolutely blubbed my way through this. There was one point when I thought I would not be able to contain myself and would weep outloud. Big Sister looked aghast as she could see what was happening to me but fortunately I managed to contain myself. Judging by the subdued faces leaving the cinema I was not alone.
I'm wondering now if my daughters think I'm too much of a liability to take anywhere...
Have a good few days.


(1950s Feathered Friends in our Grotto)

PS Just found that our Emporium is also mentioned in the Christmas shopping section in "Homes and Antiques" - time for me to go a deeper shade of pink, I think.