“I know that I must do what’s right As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti…” Oh Toto, I do love you! No, not the dog (although I do adore small spunky dogs, so in Kansas with time on my hands, I would surely give the wee guy a cuddle…). Toto the band,…… Continue reading On the hunt in Montrose
Hello again. It’s been all go here at Plum Towers, starting with a VERY flying visit to Sydney , to sew no less. Get me eh? It made me feel terribly fabulous at work Friday night drinks, for once instead of “oh you know, chores, sewing, some TV, talking to the cats” I got…… Continue reading This is how we do fit….
Hello from steamy Auckland. By steamy I mean 99% humidity steamy. That’s not a joke, in fact it was leading news on the main daily’s website this morning (to be fair, you’d be surprised what makes a headline on the NZ Herald). Thank goodness I have the news to tell me its hellish humid,…… Continue reading Celia in the almost tropics…
When the Curvy Sewing Collective announced the first make of their year of sewing, I must admit I was slightly less than excited. My last few attempts at pants had been very much that, was I ready to get back on the particular grump inducing horse?? Then I remembered a pattern I had picked up in…… Continue reading Portia & her big girl pants…
Hello & Happy 2018! I hope if/how ever you celebrate the new year you enjoyed it immensely. My rock ‘n roll evening consisted of cooking a delicious roast beef dinner for my husband and sisters, then falling asleep on the couch watching Lord of the Rings (in fairness I suspect it was the directors cut,…… Continue reading On the Fringe & lovin’ it…
Weddings. Besides the obvious, love, lifetime commitment, joining two people together blah blah blah….what’s it really all about Alfie? Well, the dress of course. Firstly the bride’s, if there is one day you can go all out its your wedding day right? My first real wedding frock memory, I suspect like many of my vintage,…… Continue reading Off to a wedding with Ngaio
I do love a good cardie. More comfortable than a jacket, loads of colours to choose from, and best of all, no potential for me to be cold. I hate being cold. While several members of my family were definitely born in tents (or yurts, for the hipper among us?), I’m the one shutting doors…… Continue reading Meet my new man Auden…
