<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338</id><updated>2011-08-16T17:54:05.366+01:00</updated><category term='WOW'/><category term='Isle of Man'/><category term='Jeanette Appleton'/><category term='Art Van Go'/><category term='Dublin'/><category term='Inkaid'/><category term='karl jenkins'/><category term='Dubrovnik'/><category term='Preston branch'/><category term='Festival of Quilts'/><category term='Ruth Issett'/><category term='Evolon'/><category term='canal'/><category term='National Gardens Scheme'/><category term='passion flower'/><category term='Jackie'/><category term='Maggie Grey'/><category term='Marrakesh'/><category term='seascape'/><category term='Embroiderers&apos; Guild'/><category term='Tate Liverpool'/><category term='mental asylum'/><category term='nuno felt'/><category term='Old Zoo Garden'/><category term='Jardin Majorelle'/><category term='the armed man'/><category term='Klimt'/><category term='delphinium'/><title type='text'>maggik moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1919944765035682575</id><published>2010-03-14T20:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:48:52.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring in the air?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51OWbLTYvI/AAAAAAAAA50/bQoWlrjvrxg/s1600-h/P1000370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51OWbLTYvI/AAAAAAAAA50/bQoWlrjvrxg/s320/P1000370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448597271347421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51OWbLTYvI/AAAAAAAAA50/bQoWlrjvrxg/s1600-h/P1000370.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so long since I did a blog post. It has been a hard winter. So much has happened, not all of it good, but it has been a busy time. The box is finished and raffled and won, making someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NrKDkAfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fTZdTbrvZds/s1600-h/P1000390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NrKDkAfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fTZdTbrvZds/s320/P1000390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448596528017179122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NrKDkAfI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fTZdTbrvZds/s1600-h/P1000390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the highlights of the last two months was a wonderful weekend course with Jacqueline Smith. organised by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ribble&lt;/span&gt; Creative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stitchers&lt;/span&gt;. I have long admired Jacqueline's work and I just love this print of one of her collages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy doing a blog for Preston Embroiderers Guild, which you can look at at &lt;a href="http://prestonembroiderersguild.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://dogdaisychains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;, who knows all there is to know about blogging ... and many other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another highlight was a talk by &lt;a href="http://littlegemquilts.wordpress.com/category/judy-fairless/"&gt;Judy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fairless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the Contemporary Quilt Group at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Parbold&lt;/span&gt; Embroiderers' Guild on Saturday. This was the 'Journal Quilt Project' and involved making a small quilt every month for a year. Judy did this for four years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NTWH_dJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/m_EPDcUkXn0/s1600-h/P1000432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NTWH_dJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/m_EPDcUkXn0/s320/P1000432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448596118940120210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NTWH_dJI/AAAAAAAAA5k/m_EPDcUkXn0/s1600-h/P1000432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a quilter but I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entranced&lt;/span&gt; by some of the images and ideas. These little shoes were delightful. There were lovely sketchbooks as well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NCHT65uI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZhLDF1gaTOc/s1600-h/P1000436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NCHT65uI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZhLDF1gaTOc/s320/P1000436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448595822905845474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51NCHT65uI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZhLDF1gaTOc/s1600-h/P1000436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... as more than 48 delightful quilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51MwmUOGOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xXarjCcJgfQ/s1600-h/P1000438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51MwmUOGOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xXarjCcJgfQ/s320/P1000438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448595521990957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51MwmUOGOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/xXarjCcJgfQ/s1600-h/P1000438.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of my favourites - a Tuscan hillside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51MdYA765I/AAAAAAAAA5M/73wGXdHpU7U/s1600-h/P1000440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51MdYA765I/AAAAAAAAA5M/73wGXdHpU7U/s320/P1000440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448595191734463378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is, perhaps, a hint of spring in the air and the promise of the return of creativity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1919944765035682575?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1919944765035682575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1919944765035682575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1919944765035682575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1919944765035682575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-in-air.html' title='Spring in the air?'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S51OWbLTYvI/AAAAAAAAA50/bQoWlrjvrxg/s72-c/P1000370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4290599102236130370</id><published>2010-01-06T20:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:04:24.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Twelfth Night - and some trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6kFm8ibI/AAAAAAAAAwA/L5HPWTht9Og/s1600-h/P1000301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6kFm8ibI/AAAAAAAAAwA/L5HPWTht9Og/s320/P1000301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735349148682674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6kFm8ibI/AAAAAAAAAwA/L5HPWTht9Og/s1600-h/P1000301.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, it's 'Twelfth Night' and apart from it being my very favourite play, it's also the day you take down your Christmas decorations if you're as superstitious as me. Can't risk any bad luck this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was the view from my bedroom window this morning. Pretty bleak - but still pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am going to try to note three things every day that have made me happy. Today's are (1) that I decided to scrape my frozen car and brave the icy roads - scary but satisfying. Then (2) I took down the decorations and have the house looking back to normal. Sometimes I think that Twelfth Night is a better time to start New Year's Resolutions than New Year's Day. It's like a new start in a way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6Qpu63FI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jQ5IP25vuQA/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6Qpu63FI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jQ5IP25vuQA/s320/P1000308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735015248419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6Qpu63FI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jQ5IP25vuQA/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my Christmas tree before I started to dismantle it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5-YuWBZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/inuWJIt8Fh4/s1600-h/P1000295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5-YuWBZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/inuWJIt8Fh4/s320/P1000295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734701444957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5-YuWBZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/inuWJIt8Fh4/s1600-h/P1000295.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... and these are two of my favourite decorations. Two glass Christmas trees bought at the Corning Glass factory in 1988 on our first visit to America. They hold lovely memories ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5sikxKZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1241bInqCls/s1600-h/P1000312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5sikxKZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1241bInqCls/s320/P1000312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734394851502482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5sikxKZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1241bInqCls/s1600-h/P1000312.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I made these door garlands many years ago and am still fond of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(3) is that when I go to bed I have lovely clean sheets. I've had a busy day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5U3lkQTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/-QEBUb2qqr8/s1600-h/P1000310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T5U3lkQTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/-QEBUb2qqr8/s320/P1000310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423733988175135026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... and I've also been doing some sewing. This is going to be a box to raffle to raise money for the Mission Aviation Fund in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and keeping to the 'Twelfth Night' theme, those NYRs have to include "there shall be no more cakes and ale". Oh, dear ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4290599102236130370?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4290599102236130370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4290599102236130370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4290599102236130370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4290599102236130370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/twelfth-night-and-some-trees.html' title='Twelfth Night - and some trees'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/S0T6kFm8ibI/AAAAAAAAAwA/L5HPWTht9Og/s72-c/P1000301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-393702933115954375</id><published>2010-01-01T21:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:07:07.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Ring out loud bells across the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, no bells and no snow ... but a Happy New Year to one and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz5qq76BGuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rqMa9kHqGiQ/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz5qq76BGuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rqMa9kHqGiQ/s320/P1000294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421888287268739810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You've probably guessed what my New Year's Resolution is? Welcome to 2010! ('Two thousand and ten' or 'Twenty-ten' - does it really matter?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strange how enjoyable - and guilt-free - a Bank Holiday can be? Somehow there is permission to do 'nothing'? I read an article in this morning's paper about how happiness is made up of very small things and that we should make a note of three 'simple pleasures' that we encounter every day. Interesting ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, here's mine for today. Stayed in bed (a rare treat) listening to Desert Island Discs with David Tennant. I'm not a Doctor Who fan but he was fantastic in 'Hamlet' which I watched yesterday. And he's a 'West Wing' fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lazy morning reading the paper and then a wonderful walk on the park in the sunshine after lunch. Tidied up my 'playroom' and made a trifle for tomorrow's Embroiderers' Guild 'Jacob's Join', whilst watching 'Guns of Navarone' - they don't make 'em like this any more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then a look at some lovely blogs (not something I've been doing lately) and realised that I have so much to learn/re-learn as they all look so beautiful and I've forgotten so much. (Must learn about mosaics and pretty mine up a bit - another NYR?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finished off with the last episode of 'Gavin and Stacey' and then wrote this post. Yes, all in all, a happy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The photo is a felt corsage with beaded centre. I've had 'tennis elbow' for ages and haven't been doing any 'proper' felt-making but have been able to manage these small pieces. The elbow's getting better - I've given up on those smashes, lobs and killer strokes - and I hope to be back on the felt scene properly soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-393702933115954375?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/393702933115954375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=393702933115954375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/393702933115954375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/393702933115954375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/ring-out-loud-bells-across-snow.html' title='Ring out loud bells across the snow'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz5qq76BGuI/AAAAAAAAAu0/rqMa9kHqGiQ/s72-c/P1000294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-5179121233517321274</id><published>2009-12-31T19:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:02:35.989Z</updated><title type='text'>The year is going, let him go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0B-s4FTFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_plMO1h37t4/s1600-h/P1000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0B-s4FTFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_plMO1h37t4/s320/P1000178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491703133850706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0B-s4FTFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_plMO1h37t4/s1600-h/P1000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reminded of the Tennyson poem when I was listening to ‘The Armed Man’ the other day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As far as I am concerned this year can’t ‘go’ quickly enough. It hasn’t been a good one to live though, although it is ending on a high – hence the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year I was diagnosed with a very nasty sounding disease (PBC – anyone else out there have it? I’d love to hear from you!) which has proved to be most benign at the moment – and I have learned to live for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My grandson and his fiancée were delighted to be pregnant but were told at the twenty-week scan that things were not looking good. Subsequent scans were closer to normal but there was careful monitoring and a great deal of anxiety for us all. Harley was born mid-November and is a bright, alert and absolutely gorgeous baby. I’ve had lots of ‘Harley hugs’ over Christmas and ‘Finn fixes’ and cuddles from Jack and I consider myself a most fortunate Mother, Grandmother and now Great-Grandmother. I must sound like ‘the old woman who lived in a shoe’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0BqConkbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7dRQHFxh_54/s1600-h/maragret_and_greatgrandchild+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0BqConkbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7dRQHFxh_54/s320/maragret_and_greatgrandchild+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491348197314994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0BqConkbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7dRQHFxh_54/s1600-h/maragret_and_greatgrandchild+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as I had a wonderful 70th birthday party in November that is probably quite true. bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0BfuPOwnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RMQTqtvix9Q/s1600-h/guests1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0BfuPOwnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RMQTqtvix9Q/s320/guests1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421491170923430514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roll on 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-5179121233517321274?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5179121233517321274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=5179121233517321274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5179121233517321274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5179121233517321274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-is-going-let-him-go.html' title='The year is going, let him go'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sz0B-s4FTFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_plMO1h37t4/s72-c/P1000178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-7179927682594818462</id><published>2009-08-27T21:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:50:34.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Spbu70nKV4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/8iqhr-pt1xw/s1600-h/DSCN3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Spbu70nKV4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/8iqhr-pt1xw/s320/DSCN3585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374745916815857538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Spbu70nKV4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/8iqhr-pt1xw/s1600-h/DSCN3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just a vey quick progress report. I now have walls (painted) and floors. Everything is very white and stark, just waiting for some colour to be introduced. A blank canvas, you might say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I seem to have been walking aimlessly around, tape measure in hand, mumbling "105 centimetres, tea with two sugars and coffee with one sugar ... , etc ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpbuwNB_QSI/AAAAAAAAAog/dsz3M3kJl2w/s1600-h/DSCN3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpbuwNB_QSI/AAAAAAAAAog/dsz3M3kJl2w/s320/DSCN3584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374745717212397858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All that is going to change this weekend as I take a break from the cleaning and refresh myself ready for the week ahead. The exciting bit is yet to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-7179927682594818462?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7179927682594818462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=7179927682594818462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/7179927682594818462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/7179927682594818462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-there.html' title='Getting there!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Spbu70nKV4I/AAAAAAAAAoo/8iqhr-pt1xw/s72-c/DSCN3585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4563864615508472472</id><published>2009-08-23T20:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:20:44.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well and truly plastered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGS4xCpuUI/AAAAAAAAAno/YRefRfIkVrA/s1600-h/DSCN3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGS4xCpuUI/AAAAAAAAAno/YRefRfIkVrA/s320/DSCN3571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373237334364502338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGS4xCpuUI/AAAAAAAAAno/YRefRfIkVrA/s1600-h/DSCN3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just spent a delightful afternoon in the company of my lovely daughter-in-law (I much prefer the French 'belle-fille'?) and my youngest grandson, Finn, as he chatted and giggled his way along his first train ride on the 'Docks' railway at Preston. The trains had 'Thomas' faces on several of them, which made it very exciting, and he got the chance to climb aboard some of the engines. It's definitely a 'boy' thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a welcome break from the last week! I seem to have spent the week charging around IKEA or B&amp;amp;Q with a tape measure and trying to work out 'what' will eventually go 'where'. So many decisions to be made! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Saturday, the plasterers came. Despite having to listen to the dulcet strains of 'Rock FM', the lads worked hard and now - I'm plastered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGSsdsB74I/AAAAAAAAAng/NQtvQW7Yg9k/s1600-h/DSCN3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGSsdsB74I/AAAAAAAAAng/NQtvQW7Yg9k/s320/DSCN3583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373237123010916226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGSsdsB74I/AAAAAAAAAng/NQtvQW7Yg9k/s1600-h/DSCN3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm well aware that the pictures are pretty boring but they're all I've got so far. Hang on in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGSfP4fNUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/a16OfmpveOQ/s1600-h/DSCN3582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGSfP4fNUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/a16OfmpveOQ/s320/DSCN3582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373236895966770498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whilst all this is going on I'm being very industrious. I'm clearing out drawers and cupboards so that when I can get at my fabrics and fibres again I will have the time to be creative. All the boring housework will be done? That's the plan anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4563864615508472472?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4563864615508472472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4563864615508472472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4563864615508472472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4563864615508472472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-and-truly-plastered.html' title='Well and truly plastered!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SpGS4xCpuUI/AAAAAAAAAno/YRefRfIkVrA/s72-c/DSCN3571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-648990979359626120</id><published>2009-08-15T18:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:02:29.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting a brick wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SobuDWao_5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-1kUAwkuemg/s1600-h/DSCN3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SobuDWao_5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-1kUAwkuemg/s320/DSCN3566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370241347010232210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SobuDWao_5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-1kUAwkuemg/s1600-h/DSCN3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well ... I should have known. It was all going so well. That just doesn't happen to me. On Friday, Alan started to take down what he and the building inspector had both decided was  a 'studded wall' (no, it doesn't mean anything to me either) only to find this ... breeze block. Literally hitting a brick wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cue another visit from building inspector on Monday. There will probably have to be some kind of support for the walls above. (My worst nightmare was a sudden collapse from above - don't anyone even dare to hum " ... and the walls came tumbling down ...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then when I plugged in the kettle - a very necessary piece of equipment at the moment? - no electricity in the utility room. The electrician was due and we had power in the kitchen. Tea problem solved. (I have to tell you that Alan likes the weakest of tea - it's me that has the 'builder's tea'!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went off to order the laminate floor to match the existing floor (this is now a 'special order', which may delay things? But, thankfully, still available). And another ex-pupil in 'Floors 2 Go. They're all over the place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Returned to find this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sobt2Eqgt9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/L_4FHzbKfWc/s1600-h/DSCN3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sobt2Eqgt9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/L_4FHzbKfWc/s320/DSCN3567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370241118906660818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... the source of the electricity problem. A nail  - which had been hammered through the electricity cable by the original builders!!! - had moved when the plasterboard was removed and touched the wire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, yes, a leak in a pipe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cue buckets and a boiler that needs 'topping up' at regular intervals because the water pressure keeps falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, when everyone had gone, no Internet access!!! Quelle tragedie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has taken me till now to work out that the 'computer' sockets had also died on me. Ran an extension lead from the utility room and we have lift-off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So - picture this - trailing leads, buckets of water and a boiler that needs more attention than a baby (will I have to get up in the night to 'feed' it?) Not exactly a picture of domestic bliss, is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all makes me feel very 'ditsy' and silly and well ...  'girlie'? In my defence, I do have my own drill and screwdriver. It's just knowing what to do with them that's the problem ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, I have enjoyed a lovely visit with my friend Elaine to 'Art in the Pen' at Skipton this afternoon. So nice to see her again now that she has returned from New Zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh ... and the ladies at the Platform Gallery didn't reject my piece. But I think they were only concerned with the back - and, yes, it did have mirror plates and a label .... So far, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-648990979359626120?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/648990979359626120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=648990979359626120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/648990979359626120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/648990979359626120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/hitting-brick-wall.html' title='Hitting a brick wall'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SobuDWao_5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-1kUAwkuemg/s72-c/DSCN3566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-2981604268710594225</id><published>2009-08-13T22:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:41:56.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'B' day + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSG_TnNiPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-wk8k1EmEFw/s1600-h/DSCN3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSG_TnNiPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-wk8k1EmEFw/s320/DSCN3561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369565077887092978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSG_TnNiPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-wk8k1EmEFw/s1600-h/DSCN3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I had a garage door - and today I have a wall and a window! Magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSGy4Z-8cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iUs-bNRRwPQ/s1600-h/DSCN3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSGy4Z-8cI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iUs-bNRRwPQ/s320/DSCN3562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369564864425423298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is the view from inside. It's beginning to look like a room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-2981604268710594225?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2981604268710594225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=2981604268710594225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2981604268710594225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2981604268710594225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-day-1.html' title='&apos;B&apos; day + 1'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoSG_TnNiPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-wk8k1EmEFw/s72-c/DSCN3561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-5398056286102975433</id><published>2009-08-12T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:29:59.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'B-day' - at last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoMxRwuP47I/AAAAAAAAAmA/PahMaWtJ0F4/s1600-h/DSCN3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189361962181554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoMxRwuP47I/AAAAAAAAAmA/PahMaWtJ0F4/s320/DSCN3560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It may not look as if a great deal has been done but the foundation for the front wall has been dug and the concrete poured. Bricks have been removed from the sides so that the new bricks can be 'eased in'. This is Alan boxing in a pipe in what will be my new office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow - weather permitting - the wall will be built and the window put in what will be my office. Then it will begin to look like something other than a garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far the noise and dust are making me excited - wonder how long that will last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As this is supposed to be a textile blog - and textiles are very thin on the ground at the moment - and, as I always need to have something to worry about, I am now imagining the scenario when I take my felt piece ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoMwo1ItciI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_Ed0b-PSNFI/s1600-h/P1000814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188658772275746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoMwo1ItciI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_Ed0b-PSNFI/s320/P1000814.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;... into the Platform Gallery for the Open Exhibition. As it was selection by photograph, what happens when they see it in the flesh and decide they've made a big mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't I have enough to keep me awake at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-5398056286102975433?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5398056286102975433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=5398056286102975433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5398056286102975433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5398056286102975433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-day-at-last.html' title='&apos;B-day&apos; - at last!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoMxRwuP47I/AAAAAAAAAmA/PahMaWtJ0F4/s72-c/DSCN3560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-8381905934906883383</id><published>2009-08-11T21:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:07:52.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'B' (for build) Day minus 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOfuzms6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UbzNmIy2AjY/s1600-h/DSCN3554.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOfuzms6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UbzNmIy2AjY/s320/DSCN3554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368799275338085282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOfuzms6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UbzNmIy2AjY/s1600-h/DSCN3554.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;A very short post today just to say that it’s ‘B-day minus 1’. 'B' is for 'build'. The bricks are here – and appear to be the right ones. It was a very tense moment as the lorry arrived – what if they weren’t the right ones and had to be sent all the way back to Durham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Because this is supposed to be a ‘textiles’ blog I will show you the results of my session today at ‘Fell-Side Felters’ – the lovely felt group that I belong to. I’ve got very ‘achey’ shoulders tonight because I was determined to make a nuno piece out of some fabric that just didn’t want to let the fibres through. I won in the end because I’m &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; stubborn but now I’m wondering if it was worth it?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOSRFxbdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KiSux9AIl6Q/s1600-h/DSCN3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOSRFxbdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/KiSux9AIl6Q/s320/DSCN3558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368799044022922706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty rubbish really ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;The nice thing about our group is that there is always someone willing to give you advice, which is always appreciated. The fact that we laugh a lot - and have cake – helps as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-8381905934906883383?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8381905934906883383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=8381905934906883383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8381905934906883383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8381905934906883383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-for-build-day-minus-1.html' title='&apos;B&apos; (for build) Day minus 1'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SoHOfuzms6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UbzNmIy2AjY/s72-c/DSCN3554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-99019603364952713</id><published>2009-08-06T20:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:11:04.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a brick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Snsx2Bwsj7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XmvucQs9mMg/s1600-h/DSCN3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Snsx2Bwsj7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XmvucQs9mMg/s320/DSCN3545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366938185197457330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Snsx2Bwsj7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XmvucQs9mMg/s1600-h/DSCN3545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wouldn't think it would be a problem, would you? After all, a brick is - well, a brick. My house was built around six years ago so you wouldn't think it would be too difficult to get some more bricks, would you? Think again ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The builder is 'incommunicado' (more of that later) and the brick is rather unusual, and very attractive. One of the many reasons I bought the house. Now I need 150 bricks to build up to a window when my garage door is removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Monday it was looking like I was going to have to settle for something less than a 'perfect match'. I had visions of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxmHvsGEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/DeH3ojjlYio/s1600-h/jack+and+veras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxmHvsGEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/DeH3ojjlYio/s320/jack+and+veras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937911925938242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxmHvsGEI/AAAAAAAAAj4/DeH3ojjlYio/s1600-h/jack+and+veras.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being of a rather perfectionist nature, this was obviously not going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you know that there were such things as 'brick libraries'? Neither did I. (I had visions of popping in to exchange an 'Accrington' for an 'Olde English'???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photographs were taken and websites consulted but my brick remained elusive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then - 'ping' - a light bulb moment. Wouldn't the local council have a copy of the plans - and might that perhaps include a note of the type of brick used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had been in to the council offices the day before to sort out my 'Building Regs' (whatever that is but it cost me £180) and caught up with a delightful ex-pupil who now runs the front desk. We had a long chat and a 'catch-up', which was lovely, and there she was again when I ventured in once more to enquire about my 'brick' problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mary consulted various different people and then a computer - and, several screens later, up popped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; brick. It was a 'Tyrone Navan multi-brindle brick' - made in Ireland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I have to say that this is when you're so grateful that you got on with the students - Mary was a 'star' in so many of my school productions and the sort of student you remember. Another one is Diane, who takes my blood at the surgery. Phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the search for the brick really started. Long story. I finally tracked down what seemed to be the only supplier in the UK. In Durham. Another long story. But - at last - the bricks are on their way. Watch this space ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After numerous visits to the tip and the charity shop, the garage and my office are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; empty. You can see the walls - and some of the floor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxbomcbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mRe6TfBy3cQ/s1600-h/DSCN3546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxbomcbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mRe6TfBy3cQ/s320/DSCN3546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937731766971634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxbomcbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mRe6TfBy3cQ/s1600-h/DSCN3546.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where did the rest go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxNDV2p-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/kXngMM_n-xo/s1600-h/DSCN3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SnsxNDV2p-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/kXngMM_n-xo/s320/DSCN3549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366937481247107042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-99019603364952713?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/99019603364952713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=99019603364952713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/99019603364952713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/99019603364952713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-brick.html' title='What a brick!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Snsx2Bwsj7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/XmvucQs9mMg/s72-c/DSCN3545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-741743948127524314</id><published>2009-07-26T19:59:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:33:20.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From the sublime ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqVpFcsWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WuRgPyHm8mA/s1600-h/DSCN3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqVpFcsWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WuRgPyHm8mA/s320/DSCN3516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362848545074098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqVpFcsWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WuRgPyHm8mA/s1600-h/DSCN3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;I spent a wonderful weekend on the Embroiderers’ Guild Summer School at Alston Hall on the course run by the delightful Lucy Smethurst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqJUS_oXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lx8cqq2bhZY/s1600-h/DSCN3518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqJUS_oXI/AAAAAAAAAhE/lx8cqq2bhZY/s320/DSCN3518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362848333335339378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have long admired Lucy’s work, especially her exquisitely worked jewellery boxes. I think I’d chuck the jewels and just keep the box! Not that I’m likely to be given either jewels or box!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Smyp7CD1vFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lEMRnsoBbrQ/s1600-h/DSCN3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Smyp7CD1vFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lEMRnsoBbrQ/s320/DSCN3513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362848087921769554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lucy was so organised and patient and very generously showed us how to work with rouleaux and beautiful appliqué and cutwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmypmAjgTCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qa8iG5lMPR8/s1600-h/DSCN3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmypmAjgTCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Qa8iG5lMPR8/s320/DSCN3509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362847726740458530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sitting there, calmly and peacefully hand-stitching was ‘just what the doctor ordered’ and I came away feeling relaxed and re-motivated … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmypT6U6a_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/CWOEH5lnIPo/s1600-h/DSCN3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmypT6U6a_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/CWOEH5lnIPo/s320/DSCN3523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362847415830998002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmypT6U6a_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/CWOEH5lnIPo/s1600-h/DSCN3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;… for this …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Smyo7dubwHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xYVdMb78WeE/s1600-h/DSCN3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Smyo7dubwHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xYVdMb78WeE/s320/DSCN3529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362846995836551282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Smyo7dubwHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xYVdMb78WeE/s1600-h/DSCN3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is the interior of my garage. When I moved to my present home, nearly five years ago, I brought with me so much ‘stuff’ which wouldn’t fit into my much smaller house and, of course, it all ended up in the garage. My car has lived outside ever since and more and more ‘stuff’ has accumulated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have spent the past few days amongst the dust and cobwebs, ‘sorting and siding’ and visiting the local tip ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyopTsbCVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/DpsJxV5_cE0/s1600-h/DSCN3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyopTsbCVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/DpsJxV5_cE0/s320/DSCN3531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362846683906115922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyopTsbCVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/DpsJxV5_cE0/s1600-h/DSCN3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... it says 'Here to help' on the back of their jackets ... but you mostly see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;of their jackets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyoXpOUc0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/eNLs5_eT7Tw/s1600-h/DSCN3532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyoXpOUc0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/eNLs5_eT7Tw/s320/DSCN3532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362846380447789890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyoXpOUc0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/eNLs5_eT7Tw/s1600-h/DSCN3532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;… when this has been your main source of human contact for the last week it’s good to keep the end in mind. A workroom! I have been scribbling ‘plans’ of where everything is going to go in my new space and working out colour schemes and getting very excited. There’s a long way to go but I keep telling myself it’ll be &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; worth it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, having a workroom (I &lt;b&gt;can’t&lt;/b&gt; say ‘studio’) will remove all those excuses about not having the space/table/right conditions in which to work. All that will be left will be ‘time’ but having the right conditions will surely make me want to stay home and create? Please say ‘Yes’???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shall invite friends to 'make' rather than 'lunch'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As a bit of a boost to my very easily-dented confidence I went with Jackie to the Preview of the West Lancashire Open Exhibition at the Chapel Gallery in Ormskirk on Friday. I tried hard not to show how excited I was at having a piece selected for display – jumping up and down would have been a bit ‘infra dig’, I suspect - but I did succumb to having my picture taken with ‘Pool at the Jardin Majorelle 2’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyoC4_tuyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nqYB2-Ik8wA/s1600-h/DSCN3535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyoC4_tuyI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nqYB2-Ik8wA/s320/DSCN3535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362846023904246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So ... watch this space for a progress report?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-741743948127524314?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/741743948127524314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=741743948127524314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/741743948127524314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/741743948127524314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-sublime.html' title='From the sublime ...'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SmyqVpFcsWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WuRgPyHm8mA/s72-c/DSCN3516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-3522089364219603203</id><published>2009-06-29T21:46:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:08:10.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkqmty0yHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/B576v_mijGM/s1600-h/DSCN3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkqmty0yHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/B576v_mijGM/s320/DSCN3454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352856476722710642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkqmty0yHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/B576v_mijGM/s1600-h/DSCN3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;This has been an ‘annus horribilis’ for my family and last week was ‘last straw’ week. It helped that I was so busy that it rather took my mind off ‘things’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I have long wanted to go on a ‘Double Trouble’ workshop and my dreams were realised when my friend Brenda and I travelled to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nottingham&lt;/st1:place&gt; to spend two days with Jan Beaney and Jean Littlejohn. We had some excellent tuition and were shown some wonderful techniques, but best of all was being able to get up close to all the samples that Jan and Jean had brought. We were encouraged to look very closely, ask questions – and ‘handle’ the samples. For someone who finds it SOOO frustrating not to be able to touch work in exhibitions - especially when it is as tactile and textured as theirs - this was a joy.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Negotiating the one-way system in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nottingham&lt;/st1:place&gt; was a nightmare but fortunately we stayed in a lovely B&amp;amp;B in Southwell, just outside the city, which is a beautiful cathedral town. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkqIKHhYnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UpLR-HCmFL8/s1600-h/DSCN3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkqIKHhYnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UpLR-HCmFL8/s320/DSCN3444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855951749767794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkqIKHhYnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UpLR-HCmFL8/s1600-h/DSCN3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;We had breakfast in a delightful garden (first picture) and found a scrumptious little restaurant called ’The Piano’. We managed to fit in a quick visit to the Minster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkp0CzJEEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/515bHF0QI_0/s1600-h/DSCN3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkp0CzJEEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/515bHF0QI_0/s320/DSCN3438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855606187855938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkp0CzJEEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/515bHF0QI_0/s1600-h/DSCN3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt; which had many features of interest to an embroiderer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkph6f8xHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0xPsWi-XxJI/s1600-h/DSCN3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkph6f8xHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0xPsWi-XxJI/s320/DSCN3443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855294722229362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkph6f8xHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0xPsWi-XxJI/s1600-h/DSCN3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt; especially the ancient door, which just asked to be translated into ‘smocking’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkpU-g0XTI/AAAAAAAAAds/ycFiG7FdH68/s1600-h/DSCN3446.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkpU-g0XTI/AAAAAAAAAds/ycFiG7FdH68/s320/DSCN3446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855072461315378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;A lovely workshop with Carol Naylor on Friday was followed by a visit to Woolfest on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkpAgilcRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mojmaH2hTb8/s1600-h/DSCN3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkpAgilcRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mojmaH2hTb8/s320/DSCN3485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352854720818278674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkpAgilcRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mojmaH2hTb8/s1600-h/DSCN3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;I had made two corsages for the IFA stand and was amazed to find that they had both sold! Sorry, I didn’t take piccies because I was so sure that I’d be getting them back … but here’s one I made earlier ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkokCkSH3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_XN3kNUoLY/s1600-h/DSCN3361.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SkkokCkSH3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_XN3kNUoLY/s320/DSCN3361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352854231736000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;All I wanted to do today was to lie down in a darkened room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-3522089364219603203?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3522089364219603203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=3522089364219603203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3522089364219603203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3522089364219603203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/double-trouble.html' title='Double Trouble'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Skkqmty0yHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/B576v_mijGM/s72-c/DSCN3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-8038352596100447821</id><published>2009-06-16T21:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:31:37.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf-AYtYQHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YatsEOXX0IU/s1600-h/DSCN3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf-AYtYQHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YatsEOXX0IU/s320/DSCN3435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348022365111992434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf-AYtYQHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YatsEOXX0IU/s1600-h/DSCN3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have spent three hours today peacefully sailing on the Leeds-Liverpool canal from Skipton. The weather was beautiful, the scenery magnificent, the company fun and the wild life plentiful. Herons, swans and their cygnets, mother ducklings (I want to say ‘shepherding’ but that doesn’t seem right) carefully guiding their broods through the water. Blue skies and lots of greenery …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;All in all, a very colourful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;As I am, at the moment, being very mindful of colour and its importance in my life, I thought I’d like to post some photographs of some colourful items I made for my dear friends, Mags and Adrienne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Bags made from dyed silk …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9fjSRKiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/i0olfHjUL2k/s1600-h/DSCN3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9fjSRKiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/i0olfHjUL2k/s320/DSCN3358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348021801015388706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nuno felted book cover ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9fjSRKiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/i0olfHjUL2k/s1600-h/DSCN3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9RpGFvJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ozyF-60Tld4/s1600-h/DSCN3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9RpGFvJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ozyF-60Tld4/s320/DSCN3360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348021562056752274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9RpGFvJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ozyF-60Tld4/s1600-h/DSCN3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and an appliqued one with it's own little tag ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9AoB3yUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/40Vj74G6Czg/s1600-h/DSCN3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9AoB3yUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/40Vj74G6Czg/s320/DSCN3359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348021269712849218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf9AoB3yUI/AAAAAAAAAcg/40Vj74G6Czg/s1600-h/DSCN3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and here we are enjoying an interval break from 'As you like it' ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf8w1eH9KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3JK6fF6GVGY/s1600-h/DSCN3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf8w1eH9KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3JK6fF6GVGY/s320/DSCN3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348020998443103394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which we did - very much! More later ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hey, the photos all came through in order. I haven't forgotten it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-8038352596100447821?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8038352596100447821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=8038352596100447821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8038352596100447821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8038352596100447821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailing.html' title='Sailing'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Sjf-AYtYQHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YatsEOXX0IU/s72-c/DSCN3435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-598567243614435775</id><published>2009-06-14T20:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:19:45.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An absence of colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SjVX9052cCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AMDeMEGVYnI/s1600-h/DSCN3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SjVX9052cCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AMDeMEGVYnI/s320/DSCN3327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347276852257255458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I have had considerable ‘tellings off’ about not blogging and I know that if I don’t do it now, then I never will. I hope I remember how? I suppose I haven't felt that I have had anything to 'blog' about lately ... but ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I’ve been to ‘Art and Garden’ today - a beautiful, sunny day, the lush garden, the sound of the river and such colour on display! Lots of paintings and jewellery and some textiles and, of course, &lt;a href="http://dogdaisychains.blogspot.com/http://"&gt;Jackie’s&lt;/a&gt; stall, so full of colourful brooches, books, pictures, bags and so many other gorgeous things. Now I’ve no money left but I have got three very colourful brooches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;I have had Jackie’s post about ‘paintboxes’ on my mind ever since I read it. It took me straight back to my childhood! I could see the paintbox I had, with all those wonderful names …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Yes, ‘Rose Madder’ and ‘Cobalt Blue’ and ‘Violet’, but what about ‘Vermillion’? That surely is the name that instantly transports me back sixty years. The things I actually painted with this magical box of colours have faded into the distance (I suspect that even then they weren’t ‘originals’, more country cottages and landscapes and ‘fashion plates’ – the ‘New Look’ anyone???) but it’s the colours that stay with me …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;How I longed to swim in an ocean of ‘Ultramarine’ …. And wear a dress (long, made of velvet, with a ‘fishtail’?) in ‘Viridian’ (shades of Rita Heyworth?) … and what a wonderful sight a ‘&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Scarlet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’ would be? … and ‘Prussian Blue’ sounded so exotic. I could go on … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Does anyone out there who is my age remember any of these things? The world at that time seemed such a drab and colourless place that the paintbox seemed truly to be a ‘box of delights’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;My parents had been in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; before the war and the stories they told me all seemed to be steeped in colour and I longed to go there and see for myself. It was to be sixty years before this dream came to fruition but the reality was just as I imagined it. My abiding memory is of a dull brown landscape which would suddenly explode into the colours of my paintbox as the women working in the fields came into view. Full circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;Which is probably why the piece (above) which I – finally – produced for the Embroidery 2000 exhibition at Lytham felt so unsatisfactory to me. It was ‘colourless’. Dictionary definition – not only “not colourful” but “lacking vividness or distinctive character”. I should know that I don’t do ‘subtle’. There isn’t a single piece of beige in my wardrobe - and brown and I just don’t 'get on'. So why would I want to produce a piece with ‘earth colours’? Maybe I’ll just use the same design source with the colours that make me feel alive? Schiaperelli’s zinging pink or the violet of the delphinium that trumpets that summer is here? Or the deep aquamarine of the Greek ocean …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;To thine own self be true? Watch this space …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-598567243614435775?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/598567243614435775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=598567243614435775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/598567243614435775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/598567243614435775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/absence-of-colour.html' title='An absence of colour'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SjVX9052cCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AMDeMEGVYnI/s72-c/DSCN3327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-8543448078353368241</id><published>2009-01-28T17:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:39:22.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Just January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SYCX1lpFRuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Jut60Yld8go/s1600-h/DSCN2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296400108680988386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SYCX1lpFRuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Jut60Yld8go/s320/DSCN2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SYCXKymikTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/khfe2HWzYuU/s1600-h/DSCN3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296399373425611058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SYCXKymikTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/khfe2HWzYuU/s320/DSCN3000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness, how I dislike January! This year has been a particularly bad one as I have had an awful bout of neuralgia (something I am prone to) which took ages – and lots of painkillers – to shift. I hate taking tablets of any kind and the painkillers seemed to ‘fog’ my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that’s all gone now but the state of ‘hibernation’ didn’t completely disappear either. I have had to sit down and really try to work out why I have felt so slow and lethargic – and not at all creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally worked it out … I was invited to join an embroidery group which exhibits and, whilst I was pleased and flattered, (it is a group I have long admired) I have also allowed myself to become totally ‘spooked’ by being in the company of artists who seem so secure in their own ‘areas’ – and totally comfortable with the design process. (I hasten to add that I could not have been made more welcome by these lovely people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have given myself a really good talking to and sat down with paper and pencil. I ‘brainstormed’ around the theme and have eventually decided on something that I feel (reasonably) comfortable with. Better to start somewhere – and within my comfort zone - than not at all? I will report on progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, January will soon be over and February is such a short month - and a very busy one (I really am not wishing my time away!) and it will soon be March. March is when I get to return to Marrakesh, which is one of my favourite cities. This time I am going with a small group of ‘similar souls’, mostly artists, and hope to see the place through ‘new’ eyes. There will hopefully be time to pause amidst the hustle and bustle and sketch as well as take photographs. My drawing skills are rusty and I find it so hard to do something that I don’t feel pleased with – that pesky little perfectionist that sits on my shoulder and laughs at my efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photograph today is of a box I made inspired by a visit to the Bahia Palace in Marrakesh last year. Sultan Ba Ahmed – ‘The Brilliant’, the son of the Grand Vizier, built the palace in the nineteenth century to house his 4 wives and 24 concubines. My daughter and I continued a discussion that we started when we visited the Harem in the Topkapi Palace in Istanbul – what was it like to be a concubine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told that the women prepared themselves in all their finery (a good thing?) before promenading in the courtyard garden. Ba Ahmed (in what way was he ‘brilliant’?) would view the gathering through a screen (sounds like a bad thing?) and make his choice from among the girls. Was it like getting ready for a Saturday night ‘hop’ and hoping to catch his eye, or did one take to lurking behind the jacaranda trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t decide but, whatever the thoughts and feelings of the women involved, it was still like being in a ‘box’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've quite forgotten how to use 'Blogger' so the images have come in the wrong place - it's 'Just January'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-8543448078353368241?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8543448078353368241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=8543448078353368241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8543448078353368241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8543448078353368241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-january.html' title='Just January'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SYCX1lpFRuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Jut60Yld8go/s72-c/DSCN2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-6899379922215959715</id><published>2009-01-01T15:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:25:45.454Z</updated><title type='text'>A Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SVzf8Slg9wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UedqudGei64/s1600-h/DSCN3061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346289500452610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SVzf8Slg9wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UedqudGei64/s320/DSCN3061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SVzfNFByJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/E290EDbsaxg/s1600-h/DSCN3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345478407071570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SVzfNFByJ1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/E290EDbsaxg/s320/DSCN3060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I bet you can’t guess what my New Year’s Resolution is? Got it in one – to pick up my blogging where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there in blogland has had a lovely Christmas and is looking forward to 2009? It’s a bit scary at the moment with all the talk of recession, etc. but I’ve been reflecting on how much of one’s ‘happiness’ doesn’t actually depend on money. OK, things like clothes and holidays are likely to be thinner on the ground but they’re not really the things that make us content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and being creative are the things that push all the right buttons, aren’t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more NYRs, of course – the usual ones that I make every year (and never manage to keep) like lose weight, walk more, be more organised, get enough sleep, and learn to say ‘No’ occasionally – but they’ll probably hit the dust before the end of January? But – I have been for a walk and cleared out two drawers today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m posting a picture of the thing that gave me a great deal of pleasure over the holiday period – a jigsaw! (Not in the right place or the right order - need to get to grips with Blogger all over again?) Not so much the ‘doing’ of it but the fact that, for a little while, there were no ‘deadlines’ to meet. A lot of sneaky pleasure in being lazy just once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I’ve got something to do for Embroiderer’s Guild and I have a drawing to do and a little boy has just rung up and said “I’ll see you at the ‘White Pub’, Grandma” so it looks like I’ve got a ‘date’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go again …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-6899379922215959715?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6899379922215959715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=6899379922215959715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/6899379922215959715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/6899379922215959715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='A Happy New Year'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SVzf8Slg9wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UedqudGei64/s72-c/DSCN3061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1054584654706367522</id><published>2008-11-30T16:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:50:15.166Z</updated><title type='text'>The Knitting and Stitching Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/STLDoSi8anI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BxnDC2BuNEY/s1600-h/DSCN3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274493210544859762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/STLDoSi8anI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BxnDC2BuNEY/s320/DSCN3006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined not to let too much time go by before I post again, but I really don’t know where the time goes to …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Elaine and Jennifer and I really enjoyed our annual ‘jaunt’ to the Knitting and Stitching Show at Harrogate. It’s turned into a ‘mini-holiday’ and, although we didn’t spend anything like as much as last year – we all bought embellishers! – we still enjoy looking at the ‘spoils’ over a cup of tea in our room before we sally out to ‘Quantro’ for our evening meal. A glass of Baileys and ‘putting the world to rights’ before bed has become a ritual as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely to see our favourite tutor, Ruth Issett, surrounded by the zingiest of her fabrics. You could almost ‘breathe in’ the colour on her stand and the sheer emotion always – you’ve guessed it – makes me cry! What am I like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely to see Ruth - and Chas - looking so well and just enjoying the admiration instead of beavering away as usual. I’m sure that Kevin and Viv missed her demonstrations but I suppose the ‘finished product’ across the way was just as much an inspiration and selling aid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stand I spent time at was the ‘Art 4 Cloth’. Lots of encouragement from inspired tutors who made their work sound ‘easy’ … it probably is for them after a lifetime dedicated to producing such detailed and elaborate surface decoration – Complex Cloth indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the Graduate Showcase attracted a great deal of attention. It’s great to see these young people who are just starting out in the textile world getting to show off their work to an appreciative audience. My particular favourites this year were Eleanor Feddon, Sara Baccucini Meadows and Linda Marie Young with her intricate, beautiful boxes. I was entranced by Victoria Geary’s ‘wrapped rings’ – lovely fabrics, threads and tiny, tiny stitches. Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we had such a wonderful sunset coming over Beamsley Hill. It started off as pink and pale blue, through purple and orange to scarlet. Very Ruth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/STLC_oTe45I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FNZZFfVNMD8/s1600-h/DSCN3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274492512010953618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/STLC_oTe45I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FNZZFfVNMD8/s320/DSCN3012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1054584654706367522?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1054584654706367522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1054584654706367522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1054584654706367522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1054584654706367522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/knitting-and-stitching-show.html' title='The Knitting and Stitching Show'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/STLDoSi8anI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BxnDC2BuNEY/s72-c/DSCN3006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-5964015150050230029</id><published>2008-11-23T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:00:16.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again – wondering how you pick up the pieces and start to blog again after such a long time! The Croatian holiday was such a disappointment that I threw myself into a whirlwind of activity – and the dust has only just settled. I haven’t even looked at my own blog, let alone anyone else’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a fervent resolve to stay home this week and try to catch up on some of the things that haven’t been getting done whilst I have been ‘gadding about’ - as we say ‘oop north’. However - and I don't know why? - I can't get any of the photographs into my text so - for now - I'll have to remain 'undecorated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to rattle off a few of the things I’ve seen and done over the last few weeks – bearing in mind that hardly a day has gone by without some little diversion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my friend Julie to see the Matthew Williamson exhibition at Urbis – pretty much the ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ as far as we were concerned. Yes, the colours were vibrant and the pattern striking but in terms of cutting and construction the garments left a lot to be desired. We resolved to go home and sew … and so we shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Platform Gallery Open Exhibition was a treasure. The highlights for me were Joan Newall’s ‘retrospective book ‘At this moment’ – a real punch in the solar plexus! Gilly Cowan’s layered pieces were so colourful and beautifully stitched. Two of my all-time favourites were also exhibiting - Janet Browne’s ‘journeys’ and Jacqueline Smith’s collages are always a delight to behold and both had lovely pieces on show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken part in two concerts – and all the rehearsals leading up to them – ‘The Armed Man’ again and, last Sunday, ‘Fauré’s Requiem’ and four ‘Motets for Christmas’ by Poulenc. Very challenging but thoroughly enjoyable. It’s a relief to be doing Christmas carols once again - but it feels like it ought to be August still! Where did the year go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to the theatre twice to see Chekov’s ‘Three Sisters’ and my own very favourite play ‘Antigone’. This last was a stunning production and reduced me to tears by its intensity and passion. I’m a bit of a Greek tragedy ‘nut’, I have to confess. (My friend, Barbara, a true romantic, who was hoping for a happy ending, reduced me to giggles as she gasped with horror as the bodies piled up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other trip to the Royal Exchange was to hear Sheila Hancock talking about her book ‘Just Me’ – a sequel to ‘The Two of Us’ about her marriage to, and the death of, her husband, John Thaw. I feel a special affinity to Sheila and had the opportunity to tell her so afterwards. I could identify with her experiences of going abroad on your own without the presence of the loving companion with whom you have long shared your travels. You’ve just got to get in there and do it – or sit at home and go into a decline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the ‘Fashion and Embroidery Show’ at Harrogate, though possibly not as much as in years gone by? I particularly liked Jessica Abraham’s work – it gets better all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston Embroiderer’s Guild took part in the Arts Society exhibition in the Minster and my felt pieces were finished in time! Just! I've managed to bring these in through 'Picasa' but it doesn't work for all the others. Why? Anyway, these are 'The pool at the Jardin Majorelle' 1-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG2YPZTxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vio-Pc5fhYo/s1600-h/P1000811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG2YPZTxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vio-Pc5fhYo/s320/P1000811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG27sYkJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4lRj_V9wGN8/s1600-h/P1000812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG27sYkJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/4lRj_V9wGN8/s320/P1000812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG3H2111I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3aA21gghOw8/s1600-h/P1000813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG3H2111I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3aA21gghOw8/s320/P1000813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG3YocgzI/AAAAAAAAAII/C1PXkMfYPiI/s1600-h/P1000814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG3YocgzI/AAAAAAAAAII/C1PXkMfYPiI/s320/P1000814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I've done several courses/workshops - one at Cedar Farm with Sheila Smith and Joanne Eddon, using painted silk to nuno on to felt and one with Sandra Coleridge using the embellisher, both very enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Most of all I enjoy the felting group that I belong to. The members are so kind and generous and happy to share their expertise one with another. Our inspiration is Fiona whose wonderful work you can see on 'Fiat84'. She kindly came to give me a personal 'tute' on 'Paint Shop Pro' which is - at last - beginning to make sense. We are all indebted to her for sharing her techniques and tips and inspiring us with her sense of colour and stitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;As well as Jackie keeping us 'in tucks' with her stories, we have CAKE - how could it help being my favourite way of spending a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-5964015150050230029?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5964015150050230029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=5964015150050230029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5964015150050230029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5964015150050230029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SSmG2YPZTxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Vio-Pc5fhYo/s72-c/P1000811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1572854632344613931</id><published>2008-09-24T11:04:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:32:20.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Croatia by Coach</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again - feeling very frustrated. My broadband connection keeps 'disappearing (thanks again 'talktalk'!) when I get - just - to the end of a post! I've been so busy since I got back from holiday that I thought I'd better do a quick travelogue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people had said that Croatia was wonderful - and I’ve been dying to go to Dubrovnik for ages – that I have to say that I was rather disappointed. Long coach journeys aren’t for me unless there’s something really interesting to see and periods of enforced inactivity don’t do it for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - this was an interesting day at the Krka Valley National Park - lots of waterfalls. Croatian ia one of those languages where they miss out all the vowels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoTdqUHAkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pdwf1nYuQfo/s1600-h/DSCN2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249529715949503042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoTdqUHAkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pdwf1nYuQfo/s320/DSCN2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places we went to I liked Split the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoTKvysdbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UbcQaIfRis0/s1600-h/DSCN2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249529391002449330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoTKvysdbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UbcQaIfRis0/s320/DSCN2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diocletian palace was my favourite historical site. Built in 305AD as a pagan stronghold it is now a UNESCO World Heritage Monument and houses sophisticated shops, cafes and restaurants. Complete with cheesy 'Romans' - although these were a bit 'tasty' as well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoSx3KyW_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q6zUymSeA-M/s1600-h/DSCN2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249528963485817842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoSx3KyW_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q6zUymSeA-M/s320/DSCN2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 3,000 people live within the walls – and, even if you live in a palace, you have to have somewhere to hang your washing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoSbh0rSBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WBTn9pqOLfY/s1600-h/DSCN2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249528579798812690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoSbh0rSBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WBTn9pqOLfY/s320/DSCN2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Dubrovnik, where the main streets and piazzas were very crowded with tourists from the cruise ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoR5WmpBCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d_t1mVryoBU/s1600-h/DSCN2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249527992671601698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoR5WmpBCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d_t1mVryoBU/s320/DSCN2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small side streets looked very inviting and I longed to explore these but didn’t have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoRhs2WVTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vj-g1jNyyUc/s1600-h/DSCN2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249527586326205746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoRhs2WVTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vj-g1jNyyUc/s320/DSCN2885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weather arrived – yes, the kind that had followed us all the way from England! Three months without rain and it all arrived at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoRAFb47-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/FU1xOsuj0aI/s1600-h/DSCN2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249527008810561506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoRAFb47-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/FU1xOsuj0aI/s320/DSCN2894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - back home, still with webbed feet, and will blog soon about my much more active life in – for the moment – sunny Lancashire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1572854632344613931?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1572854632344613931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1572854632344613931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1572854632344613931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1572854632344613931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/croatia-by-coach.html' title='Croatia by Coach'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SNoTdqUHAkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pdwf1nYuQfo/s72-c/DSCN2809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-5628060817051057515</id><published>2008-09-07T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:06:05.270+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubrovnik'/><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>September 7th is not a good day in our family. Seven years ago my beloved husband, Bill, lost his fight with cancer. Four days later came 9/11. The World Trade Center was a place that he loved, glorying in the views and the wonderful people we always seemed to meet there. It's almost as if my little tragedy is subsumed into the much larger US one and every year there are reminders in the media of this time in my life and I feel connected with many other people who lost their loved ones on that day. I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way - if there has to be a time I feel bad, I may as well share it with thousands of others! I visited 'Ground Zero' two years ago and that hole in the ground sums up the way I sometimes feel about my life. Roll on the infinity pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually try to be out of the country on this particular date but haven't quite managed it this year - and in a way I'm glad. My eldest grandson, Allan, has just got engaged to Kerry, a wonderful young lady, whom I am delighted to welcome into our family. So today has been a day of celebration - an emotional day in every way. God bless you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SMQ9gaX-idI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iF9VJogow8I/s1600-h/DSCN2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243383493211097554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SMQ9gaX-idI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iF9VJogow8I/s320/DSCN2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Croatia with my friend Barbara. We spend three days in Omis and then off to &lt;a href="http://www.dubrovnik-online.com/"&gt;Dubrovnik. &lt;/a&gt;Oh, the thought of some sunshine and escaping from the downpours of the past few weeks - I feel as if I have webbed feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SMQ9G2d9G3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXSdSIxl4KE/s1600-h/dubrovnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243383054075763570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SMQ9G2d9G3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXSdSIxl4KE/s320/dubrovnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'll be off the blogisphere for a while, soaking up the sun and recharging my batteries. See you when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-5628060817051057515?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5628060817051057515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=5628060817051057515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5628060817051057515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5628060817051057515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SMQ9gaX-idI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iF9VJogow8I/s72-c/DSCN2799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4496099151279142805</id><published>2008-09-02T19:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:07:48.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SL2EnxHLFSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2gnFyOYULGM/s1600-h/DSCN2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491360062313762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SL2EnxHLFSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2gnFyOYULGM/s320/DSCN2761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to prove that I am actually doing something creative. Here is one of the 'pre-felts' that I have made towards the four pieces for the exhibition in October. I decided that sitting and looking at the work I have done wouldn't (as my Mother used to say) 'buy the baby a new bonnet' - but that's another story! Anyone heard that expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that 'procrastination' ought to be my middle name. Why do I find it so scary to actually embark on a creative project when I can quite cheerfully - well, no, quite miserably in fact, spend long hours in the middle of the night - thinking about it? Is there anyone else out there like this? If so, please tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - here we go - I have tried twice to post and pass on the award that &lt;a href="http://dogdaisychains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt; passed on to me and have been determined to do it properly this time. But 'Blogger' doesn't like it. Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOdEG7hnkeY/SK2TtVUHxyI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JSMM9bVi2q0/s1600-h/Brillante_Award%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes - which of your blogs keep me going, make me smile and generally inspire me? Well, Mary from &lt;a href="http://whitecloverstitches.blogspot.com/"&gt;'White Clover Stitches' &lt;/a&gt;seems to spend time 'agonising' over her work, too - and she loves hydrangeas as well! Leave 'Jump Rope Girl' alone, Mary, she's lovely as she is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol of &lt;a href="http://textiletales.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Textile Tales' &lt;/a&gt;is so generous with her tutorials and her support for a 'new girl' and &lt;a href="http://ellie-mac.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-packed.html"&gt;'Ellie MacPhee'&lt;/a&gt; is a girl after my own heart with her displacement activities. Linda from &lt;a href="http://lindavincent.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Blue-eyed Girl' &lt;/a&gt;makes me so want to get into soul journalling - but I &lt;u&gt;mustn't&lt;/u&gt; until I've dealt with a few more UFOs. But I will - and until then I shall continue to drool over Linda's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaylacoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Kayla Coo' &lt;/a&gt;paints lovely pictures and posted pictures of Nice, which is one of my very favourite places. Sharon B of &lt;a href="http://inaminuteago.com/stitchindex.html"&gt;'In a Minute Ago' &lt;/a&gt;is so generous with her stitches and tutorials. And I've just discovered the most mouth-watering pictures on a new (to me) blog - &lt;a href="http://sea-angels.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Sea Angels'&lt;/a&gt;. I think that's more than enough but let me just sneak in an extra 'new girl on the block' - &lt;a href="http://piccalilyandblossom.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Picallily and Blossom'&lt;/a&gt;. We new girls have to stick together and she deserves it for the whacky name alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't feeling very creative myself it was lovely to lurk around your blogs, girls. Thank you for keeping me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I have to do is to write up the minutes of the Preston EG committee meeting (a job I hate!) and then I can start to think about packing for my hols - more of that in my next post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4496099151279142805?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4496099151279142805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4496099151279142805' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4496099151279142805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4496099151279142805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-again.html' title='Trying again'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SL2EnxHLFSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2gnFyOYULGM/s72-c/DSCN2761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1205610038884832888</id><published>2008-08-31T20:49:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:05:27.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More 'round and round the garden'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr4dPhUmsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kZeL7wFHf5Q/s1600-h/DSCN2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240774297665182402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr4dPhUmsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kZeL7wFHf5Q/s320/DSCN2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sample of the things in the garden ... statues ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr4IjnMDxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3BenESvMhmQ/s1600-h/DSCN2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240773942281244434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr4IjnMDxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3BenESvMhmQ/s320/DSCN2764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... woodland walks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr3n3B5SNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r9jL3iVacto/s1600-h/DSCN2776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240773380557850834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr3n3B5SNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r9jL3iVacto/s320/DSCN2776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...an amazing hot tub ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr3PkXSuQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8qsJV00PtVI/s1600-h/DSCN2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240772963230464258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr3PkXSuQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8qsJV00PtVI/s320/DSCN2781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a house covered in thatch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr26Tju8oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DWalAdFTEfQ/s1600-h/DSCN2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240772597941990018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr26Tju8oI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DWalAdFTEfQ/s320/DSCN2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a glass water feature ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr2jiWUgVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kfzUKl-MHzA/s1600-h/DSCN2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240772206775271762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr2jiWUgVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kfzUKl-MHzA/s320/DSCN2787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "Tired, love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr2PJjWW1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OaWld7hLaxw/s1600-h/DSCN2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240771856521648978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr2PJjWW1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/OaWld7hLaxw/s320/DSCN2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Barbara said this looked like her when she was doing her back exercises - but I couldn't persuade her to show me ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well worth a visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1205610038884832888?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1205610038884832888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1205610038884832888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1205610038884832888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1205610038884832888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-round-and-round-garden.html' title='More &apos;round and round the garden&apos;'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLr4dPhUmsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kZeL7wFHf5Q/s72-c/DSCN2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-3099491387850819419</id><published>2008-08-31T20:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:43:52.831+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Zoo Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental asylum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Gardens Scheme'/><title type='text'>Round and round the garden - and Blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLrufMlCy0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BjS9LW2cZsU/s1600-h/DSCN2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240763336118946626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLrufMlCy0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BjS9LW2cZsU/s320/DSCN2785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargh! This is the fifth time I have tried to do a post with more than one picture and each time the gremlins sabotage what I've done. So I'll blog about the pictures I've got and try again tomorrow. There's only so much a girl can take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view of the Ribble Valley from a house and garden that I've wanted to visit for a long time. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.veddw.co.uk/reviews/Old%20Zoo%20Garden%20Review.htm"&gt;'Old Zoo Garden'  &lt;/a&gt;at Brockall Village, near Whalley. The site was once a vast &lt;a href="http://www.francisfrith.com/search/england/lancashire/langho/photos/langho_L290027.htm"&gt;'mental asylum' &lt;/a&gt;with 3,500 patients and the garden is built on the 'petting zoo' of the hospital, hence the name. It's an amazing place, full of sculptures and wonderful planting which matches the scale of the site. It wasn't the best of days but the views were amazing. Wish I could show you more! Thanks to the &lt;a href="http://www.ngs.org.uk/gen/default.aspx?"&gt;National Gardens Scheme &lt;/a&gt;we were able to sneak a peek today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLrtrpbc7yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OimM3t3I7oM/s1600-h/DSCN2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240762450510147362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLrtrpbc7yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OimM3t3I7oM/s320/DSCN2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my friends David and Kathy whose 'love story' makes me go weak at the knees. One day I'll write the script for the Hollywood movie! They now live in a delightful little house which overlooks the &lt;a href="http://www.watersideresidents.co.uk/"&gt;canal&lt;/a&gt; and they can look out at boats and ducks and lots of other delightful 'traffic'. So romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll try to pop some more pictures into a new post - if Blogger will let me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-3099491387850819419?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3099491387850819419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=3099491387850819419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3099491387850819419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3099491387850819419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Round and round the garden - and Blogger!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLrufMlCy0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BjS9LW2cZsU/s72-c/DSCN2785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1766950963190248192</id><published>2008-08-26T20:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:04:14.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLRVxToZKCI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEDDqUG38zY/s1600-h/DSCN2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238906572110374946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLRVxToZKCI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEDDqUG38zY/s320/DSCN2756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what greeted me at my front door this morning when I peeped out to see if there was still a world out there. What a blessed sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel as if I have just made a 're-entry' into the world from outer space! Today, for the first time in over a week, I feel as if I'm a member of the human race. Not a fully paid-up member, you understand, but here anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to thank all those lovely people who have kept me going with phone calls and e-mails. I have been so weak and wobbly and haven't done anything to 'post' about, except to try to listen to my body for a change and to do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have been doing is making lists - lots of lists. What I need to do now is to tackle them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s-l-o-w-l-y. Not my ususal 'bull in a china shop' way of going about things but with ... patience ... and serenity ... Watch out for flying pigs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots of things to do with my blog - comments to reply to and awards to pass on - and I will do that as soon as I can. Please be patient with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1766950963190248192?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1766950963190248192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1766950963190248192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1766950963190248192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1766950963190248192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-world.html' title='Welcome, world!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SLRVxToZKCI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEDDqUG38zY/s72-c/DSCN2756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4177938025422856320</id><published>2008-08-22T09:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:15:21.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dublin'/><title type='text'>In Dublin's fair city ... not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SK6ALd7de_I/AAAAAAAAADI/bS-1L2t6hnA/s1600-h/DSCN2668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237264351179406322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SK6ALd7de_I/AAAAAAAAADI/bS-1L2t6hnA/s320/DSCN2668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woe is me! I should have been in &lt;a href="http://www.visitdublin.com/"&gt;Dublin&lt;/a&gt;, having girlie lunches and massages and manicures and ... oh, lots of fun with two of my dearest friends, Mags and Adrienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm at home, still in my dressing gown and feeling just a tad sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chester on Sunday for a course but by Monday morning I was feeling very under the weather - stricken down by the 'dreaded lurgie'. Unable to face food and just wanting to put my head down on the table, I decided I'd better come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for daughters, especially mine, who made me drink some nasty 'dehydration' stuff and kept my spirits up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little better by Wednesday and packed for my trip and had something to eat - dry toast. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacked yesterday about the same time my plane was taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do say every cloud has a silver lining and mine is ... I've lost five pounds. That's 'lbs', not '£s'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece I've pictured above is mine ... but only because I bought it. It's a piece by &lt;a href="http://dogdaisychains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt; of some Celtic crosses and I love it and look at it every day. It's complex, spiritual and exquisitely stitched. Like my daughter, it lifts my spirits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4177938025422856320?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4177938025422856320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4177938025422856320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4177938025422856320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4177938025422856320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-dublins-fair-city-not.html' title='In Dublin&apos;s fair city ... not'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SK6ALd7de_I/AAAAAAAAADI/bS-1L2t6hnA/s72-c/DSCN2668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-5870617056999832994</id><published>2008-08-16T14:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:23:08.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston branch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival of Quilts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inkaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruth Issett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embroiderers&apos; Guild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie Grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Van Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOW'/><title type='text'>A cure for insomnia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SKbdArE6kDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GeZylH8SYeI/s1600-h/DSCN2694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235114620497858610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SKbdArE6kDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GeZylH8SYeI/s320/DSCN2694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a cure for insomnia on Thursday - a visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.twistedthread.com/pages/exhibitions/viewExhibition.aspx?id=17"&gt;Festival of Quilts&lt;/a&gt;! I haven't been sleeping well for some weeks now but after our visit to the NEC I didn't have a problem ... hit the pillow and zzzzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved looking at the quilts but spent the day muttering to myself "mustn't get into quilting..." over and over again. The fabrics on offer were so wonderful that I did want to 'splash out' but managed to restrict myself to a 'gentle paddle' with some batting, a pack of rubbing plates and some '&lt;a href="http://http//www.inkaid1.com/?gclid=CLyp4avIkpUCFQyR1Qodqgn0fw"&gt;Inkaid&lt;/a&gt;'. (I hope &lt;a href="http://www.artvango.co.uk/"&gt;'Art Van Go' &lt;/a&gt;were paying &lt;a href="http://www.magstitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie Grey &lt;/a&gt;commission on this as everyone who visited the '&lt;a href="http://www.workshopontheweb.com/"&gt;WOW&lt;/a&gt;' stand went straight off to 'AVG'. Hope they had more supplies 'in the van' as they ran out just after I'd bought mine.) I couldn't even get close enough to &lt;a href="http://www.practicalstudygroup.co.uk/members/rissett/rissett.html"&gt;Ruth Issett &lt;/a&gt;to say 'hello' as she was, as usual, four deep in salivating viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought some '&lt;a href="http://www.spunart.co.uk/evolon.htm"&gt;Evolon&lt;/a&gt;' (this and the Inkaid are for a course I'm going on next week in Chester, run by the CTDG. It's about the 'Big D' - design - which is often the cause of my sleepless nights.) I'm hoping that a computer will assist me and the 'design process' becoming 'bessie friends' - but I'm not sure? Fingers crossed - I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope 'Evolon' doesn't join her sister 'Lutrador' in the cupboard marked 'things I'll get round to using someday'. Quite a big cupboard, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for a long time because I've been very busy but I have done some felting this week. Can't post a photo just yet because they're presents for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also been lots of 'humming and hawing' about what to make for the &lt;a href="http://www.embroiderersguild.com/"&gt;Embroiderer's Guild &lt;/a&gt;exhibition in October. Can't let you peep at this either because it might all turn out to be a disaster! I've made the felt background for two of the pieces but next comes the 'stitch challenge'. Should I? Shouldn't I? If so, with what - and where? Machine or hand stitching? Do I need this sort of challenge in my life? Obviously I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture at the top of the post isn't, technically speaking, 'my' picture at all. It's a group embroidery done for an exhibition by &lt;a href="http://www.embroiderersguild.com/search/sitesearch.php?searchquery=preston"&gt;Preston branch &lt;/a&gt;members of EG. I love it and am 'looking after it' in between exhibitions. (Please also note that I have managed to rotate the picture!) My four-inch square is third from the left on the second row and Jackie's is the same on the bottom row - those mouthwatering cherries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next challenge is to put my photographs, etc. on to an external hard drive. When people say "It's dead simple" it usually turns out &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to be the case ... watch this space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-5870617056999832994?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5870617056999832994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=5870617056999832994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5870617056999832994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/5870617056999832994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/cure-for-insomnia.html' title='A cure for insomnia?'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SKbdArE6kDI/AAAAAAAAADA/GeZylH8SYeI/s72-c/DSCN2694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-2488344595569468517</id><published>2008-08-07T21:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:43:50.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant - and a bit of a rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJtWPKMZDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GLojq_SlTtI/s1600-h/DSCN2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231870210555317730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJtWPKMZDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GLojq_SlTtI/s320/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came on to the computer determined to 'crack' the problem of how to put the lovely awards on and to link back to the people who gave them to me. This stuff is seriously headache-inducing and has made me turn to chocolate! Will have another go tomorrow ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted a picture of a bag I made for a wedding - it's the same technique as the hydrangea cushion (TBC) I posted before, and it brings back happy memories of a lovely day! (If someone can tell me why the photo is sideways-on and how to 'tweak' it you'll make me very happy!) Meanwhile you'll just have to lean to the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did promise a 'rant' - and here it is. (This is mostly for those of you who live in the UK but the general principles regarding 'fashion' may apply elsewhere?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite store has always been Marks and Spencer. I have bought some stunning outfits here in the past but now when I go in there is absolutely &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; that I want to buy. I have to say that this applies to other high street store as well but it is M&amp;amp;S that I feel has particularly let me down - and yes, I am taking it personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lady of mature years who still has a sense of style, and an even greater sense of what suits her body shape and size, I search the store for flattering, wearable clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, along with most other people of my age, I've got 'bingo wings' but search in vain for clothes with sleeves - I wore 'puff sleeves' as a child and still feel very childish when I try them on. Stretchy, tight-fitting T-shirts are another 'no no' - how many people, whatever their age, do you see without at least a tiny 'spare tyre'? I see young people with 'muffin tops' walking around 'letting it all hang out' but that's not what our generation want to do. The 'smock' top is everywhere but that takes me right back to when I last wore them - when I was pregnant. And that's a &lt;u&gt;long&lt;/u&gt; time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ethos of 'Per Una' seems to be 'tear it off and stitch it back on somewhere else - as a frill, of course. And as for their 'Classic Collection' ... surely that's only for people who wear clothes to keep warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that I'm not &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; being a 'grumpy old woman' (I quite like being one sometimes)? I still have a waist and I don't feel 'old' and I don't want to be a 'frump' - but I don't want to dress like a teenager either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love clothes and I do have (just a little) money to spend but find it very difficult to do so these days. I have several friends who feel the same and we voice our opinion whenever we get the chance - but is anyone listening? It appears not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon I made a skirt. Out came the sewing machine and it took less than an hour. No one else has one like it and it cost me £12. Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes - the 'rave' bit. Last week I (like trillions of others) tried to 'cap' my fuel tarrif. This involved talking to a 'call centre'. The very thought makes my heart sink into my boots. However, after talking to not one, but two, utterly charming and &lt;u&gt;helpful&lt;/u&gt; young people whom I could &lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt; I told them I was staying with their company - 'E-on' - for that very reason. Nice to hand out a few bouquets occasionally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-2488344595569468517?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2488344595569468517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=2488344595569468517' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2488344595569468517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2488344595569468517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-and-bit-of-rave.html' title='A rant - and a bit of a rave'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJtWPKMZDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GLojq_SlTtI/s72-c/DSCN2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-3456143363634293153</id><published>2008-08-05T20:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:52.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Klimt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeanette Appleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion flower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardin Majorelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tate Liverpool'/><title type='text'>A passion for Klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJitFnADVSI/AAAAAAAAACw/MfwtKWxzbEY/s1600-h/DSCN2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121279070983458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJitFnADVSI/AAAAAAAAACw/MfwtKWxzbEY/s320/DSCN2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has certainly been a week to end all weeks! And one with more than its fair share of traumas - hence my not 'posting' for a while. All I have to say is that I am &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; grateful to all my 'sisters' out there who have been with me every step of the way - you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three with me above are Brenda, Elaine and Fiona when we were at &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/liverpool/exhibitions/gustavklimt/"&gt;Tate Liverpool &lt;/a&gt;today. I have developed a 'passion' for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Klimt"&gt;Klimt&lt;/a&gt; after a glorious immersion in gold leaf, spirals, mosaics and sumptuous erotic decoration on the one hand, and the delicate, exquisitely drawn faces on the other - and the sheer scale of the Beethoven frieze ... It's left me wanting to know more. Definitely a 'woman's man'! As mythology is 'my bag' I've had a glorious day. (And I could have walked away with the cutlery and the coffee set given half a chance ... ah, well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a 'playday' when friends Elaine and Jennifer join me for the day and we either set ourselves a challenge or swap techniques. It's a good way to keep up our skills level and try new things - and, as the name suggests, have FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual a lot of chatting and laughing went on but we did do some nuno felting. We are being really brave and challenging ourselves to have something ready for the Embroiderers' Guild exhibition in October. Here is the first - and probably still my favourite? - nuno piece. It's a black chiffon scarf which gets a lot of wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJisyVIu99I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZRYgCrUime4/s1600-h/DSCN2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231120947858044882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJisyVIu99I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZRYgCrUime4/s320/DSCN2698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technique I am using at the moment (for the four &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Majorelle_Garden"&gt;'Jardin Majorelle' &lt;/a&gt;pieces) involves working with pre-felts. It's a technique I first encountered on a &lt;a href="http://www.jeanetteappleton.com/"&gt;Jeanette Appleton &lt;/a&gt;course at Glaramara last year. The reason I am still working on it is because of another of my 'amazing' ladies, called Fiona. I was so impressed by her work on the course that we pressurised (bullied?) her into starting a local felt group. We now meet once a month and Fiona's work has been such an inspiration to us all. She is so encouraging to beginners like me and the group is now fully subscribed. You can see her work on flickr at &lt;a href="mailto:fi@84"&gt;fi@84&lt;/a&gt;. You'll love it! She's one of the group in the picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of passion, I thought I'd post a picture of three of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion_flower"&gt;Passion flowers &lt;/a&gt;in my garden - they're glorious at the moment. Another flower that's full of symbolism - I think I might have had enough of that for one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJiscLOvEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/B7ND1JAyRF4/s1600-h/DSCN2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231120567241741042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJiscLOvEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/B7ND1JAyRF4/s320/DSCN2692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-3456143363634293153?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3456143363634293153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=3456143363634293153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3456143363634293153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/3456143363634293153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/passion-for-klimt.html' title='A passion for Klimt'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJitFnADVSI/AAAAAAAAACw/MfwtKWxzbEY/s72-c/DSCN2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-2277103384035980777</id><published>2008-07-30T22:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:53.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Hay Fever, Sweet Peas - and Wylde Women!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJDeKeswkDI/AAAAAAAAACA/lNZhfHJZQiE/s1600-h/DSCN2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228923438997999666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJDeKeswkDI/AAAAAAAAACA/lNZhfHJZQiE/s320/DSCN2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had another very busy day and wasn't going to post but just wanted to thank Paula from 'The Beauty of Life' for the awards!!! It feels a bit like getting an 'Oscar' and I want to make a speech thanking everyone who has helped me get this blog started. You know who you are! Air kisses all round! I love the titles - the 'Wylde Woman' award and the 'Just plain fun to read!' I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out what I have to do with them - there just is so much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the little notebook in the picture based on a photo of some sweet peas and it's all I've got to show at the moment - must get making and finish some UFOs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing hookey again today - went to the Royal Exchange theatre in Manchester to see 'Hay Fever'. A very stylish production and well acted but - you could tell there was a 'but? - I just don't know what it is about Noel Coward, I find it so difficult to empathise with his characters. They need a smack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-2277103384035980777?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2277103384035980777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=2277103384035980777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2277103384035980777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/2277103384035980777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-fever-sweet-peas-and-wylde-women.html' title='Hay Fever, Sweet Peas - and Wylde Women!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SJDeKeswkDI/AAAAAAAAACA/lNZhfHJZQiE/s72-c/DSCN2657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1936511989257413261</id><published>2008-07-29T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:45:08.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More old friends</title><content type='html'>Monday was another 'catching up with old friends' day. Sarah and I taked solidly for five hours - we haven't seen each other for ages and had lots to catch up on! We met on a Drama course in Stratford-on-Avon on what seems like only yesterday - but when we worked it out it was 25 years ago! So we celebrated! A white wine spritzer! Another coffee! And we shopped! I have to tell you that I bought &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; - well, no clothes or shoes, which are the only things that count, surely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's much younger than me, of course, and still working, which accounts for the infrequency of our meetings. I was reflecting, as I limped home (when will I learn to distinguish between shoes that are comfortable and shoes which only &lt;u&gt;look&lt;/u&gt; nice?) on how many teachers I know who had started off their careers as teachers of Drama and have ended up with very responsible jobs? The last time I sent Sarah a text suggesting one of our cinema visits she replied that, sorry, she couldn't because she was in Athens at an International Baccalaureate seminar! I love it! So, those 'people' skills obviously come in very handy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely to put the world to rights and share a few of our common opinions - who said 'obsessions'? I've said too much for one day but I can feel a rant coming on - maybe tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1936511989257413261?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1936511989257413261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1936511989257413261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1936511989257413261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1936511989257413261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-old-friends.html' title='More old friends'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-8122657114482958464</id><published>2008-07-29T12:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:53.787Z</updated><title type='text'>...as if by maggik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI7-qnkEKtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xodXUguPUPk/s1600-h/DSCN2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228396225551936210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI7-qnkEKtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xodXUguPUPk/s320/DSCN2678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the same room on Saturday - see, I knew there was a bed under there somewhere! Why did I clear it all away? The impending arrival of HRH Finlay William, better known as Finn, my youngest grandson , who came to stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when he offers advice - "Mamma, (that's Grandma) eat your porridge from around the edge of the dish so it won't be too hot" is one little gem! Wise words from someone who's only two and three-quarters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-8122657114482958464?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8122657114482958464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=8122657114482958464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8122657114482958464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8122657114482958464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-if-by-maggik.html' title='...as if by maggik!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI7-qnkEKtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xodXUguPUPk/s72-c/DSCN2678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-6910945495644777690</id><published>2008-07-29T12:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:53.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Gremlins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI79RrGIrBI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEzD5PPw21c/s1600-h/DSCN2673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228394697491786770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI79RrGIrBI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEzD5PPw21c/s320/DSCN2673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my 'workroom' on Friday. You will note the array - or should that be disarray? - of things brought back from courses that never got put back 'where they should go' when I got home. And I suspect that that little gremlin that sneaks into Jackie's house has been at work in mine. Darn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-6910945495644777690?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6910945495644777690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=6910945495644777690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/6910945495644777690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/6910945495644777690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/gremlins.html' title='Gremlins'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI79RrGIrBI/AAAAAAAAABw/IEzD5PPw21c/s72-c/DSCN2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4364359801641118410</id><published>2008-07-29T12:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:53.956Z</updated><title type='text'>'Pique-nique'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI76AfhJHiI/AAAAAAAAABo/nHHpENmDulI/s1600-h/DSCN2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228391103791177250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI76AfhJHiI/AAAAAAAAABo/nHHpENmDulI/s320/DSCN2667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having real problems posting more than one photograph - when I try to put a second one in, I lose everything! Most frustrating - but I expect that's the nature of things when you start something new and 'techie'? I've decided to do these one at a time. So, here goes - this is a picture of the French pique-nique at Liz's house on Friday. Ignore the Pimm's (very English, but very nice on a hot afternoon and the hummous, rather Greek) the biscuits were very French! They were pink - sorry, 'rose'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  just want to clear up any misconceptions you may have about me. I don't do the French because I have a house in France (although it's top of my wish list &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt; I win the lottery) but because I'm intent on challenging the old - and I do mean old - brain. Some days it's just too much of a struggle (it's the verbs!) but oh! the sense of fulfilment when a long-forgotten word just 'pops' into your head! Anyway, it keeps me on my toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4364359801641118410?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4364359801641118410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4364359801641118410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4364359801641118410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4364359801641118410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/pique-nique.html' title='&apos;Pique-nique&apos;'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SI76AfhJHiI/AAAAAAAAABo/nHHpENmDulI/s72-c/DSCN2667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-312214016281230173</id><published>2008-07-26T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:54.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Old friends, new babies and 'incorrect passwords'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIr5HClU6DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PnjBKU1d_zY/s1600-h/DSCN2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIr5HClU6DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PnjBKU1d_zY/s320/DSCN2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting today to say sorry to all those people to whom I haven't yet replied. I have had such problems with 'incorrect passwords' that I've wanted to scream! Tried everything under the sun - managed to send &lt;u&gt;myself&lt;/u&gt; an e-mail? - but &lt;u&gt;couldn't&lt;/u&gt; post comments on your blogs. Of course, Jackie knew the answer all along - I had to be 'signed in'. So simple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week of meeting up with old friends - and making the acquaintance of a 'new' (to me) baby. A delightful day with Sue and Becky (only 'old' in the sense of having known them a long time, you understand - they are both much younger than me - but then isn't everyone?) and the chance to meet a delightful little girl who has inherited her Mother's good looks, cheerful nature and, it seems, her beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two more of the 'amazing ladies' in my life. Sue is my spiritual mentor and has been 'there' for me and a constant support through the darkest days of my life. I intend to write about more 'amazing ladies' who have inspired me in all sorts of ways in future blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more old friends visited this morning. Sheila and Brian are amazing too. They now live 'daan sawth' but visit 'oop north' from time to time. I do so miss having regular contact with these two - they are so kind-hearted and full of common sense and have a wonderful sense of humour. Again, we've all been through dark days together and we will continue to support each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is of a cushion I made for my 'new' bedroom and which is one of the few things that I actually finished - so, as a consequence it got touted around whenever there was an exhibition. I christened it 'TBC' (that bl***y cushion). Somehow a photograph of it ended up in 'Workbox'. I then felt that I had to treat it with much more deference so instead of picking it up by a corner and 'flinging' it when I got into bed I now pick it up and place it on a stool instead. Respect, innit! One day (?) I will make the curtain to my en-suite to go with it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished off yesterday by going to my French 'conversational' group for the last session of the summer. Only four of the usual six were present along with Micheline who tries to keep us on the straight and narrow - ie. actually speak French. A 'party' atmosphere and we were able to sit outside at Liz's house - until the rain came down - in buckets!!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-312214016281230173?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/312214016281230173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=312214016281230173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/312214016281230173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/312214016281230173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-friends-new-babies-and-incorrect.html' title='Old friends, new babies and &apos;incorrect passwords&apos;'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIr5HClU6DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/PnjBKU1d_zY/s72-c/DSCN2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-4490918578482008</id><published>2008-07-24T07:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:54.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delphinium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karl jenkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the armed man'/><title type='text'>A Holy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIgfYe64H5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2TiRLr31CNM/s1600-h/DSCN2650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIgfYe64H5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2TiRLr31CNM/s320/DSCN2650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t sleep yesterday because I was still in ‘bloggiland’ I think. Was awake from three and got up at five and came down to write a new post – which I (just about) managed to do. Spent ages on the computer and nearly ‘chickened out’ of doing some work on the felt piece – but I have to have some work to put on here? – so cut up the pre-felts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was off to Church to open it up for ‘Open Day’. It was cool and calm and I was able to pray and meditate. I then did some hand-stitching (à la Arlee?) Tacked the felt pieces together and then stitched a felt bag. No visitors today but I did get a lovely cup of tea – and a cake – from the ‘Coffee and Chat’ people who were in the Church Hall. Came away feeling refreshed and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again for a rehearsal of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Armed_Man/"&gt;‘The Armed Man – a Mass for Peace’ by Karl Jenkins&lt;/a&gt;, which our Churches’ Together choir are performing in September. We did this last year and have been asked to do it again. It is a very powerful piece, very moving and puts the anti-war message across so powerfully. It moves us to tears occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice for me to do a piece I already know because singing is a bit like blogging for me – hard work! I can’t read music and have to learn something ‘by heart’. Thanks to all those sopranos who can sing and with whom I ‘sing along’. The only problem is that I can’t quite reach the very top notes and have to mime those! I would sing the alto part but I don’t think my little brain could cope with learning to read music as well as everything else! Oh, how I wish I had stuck at those piano lessons as a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of a lovely delphinium in my tiny courtyard garden. What a blue! Took my cup of tea outside when I got up - at five again! - this morning and there it was to 'make my day'. Sometimes it's just the little things? &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-4490918578482008?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4490918578482008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=4490918578482008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4490918578482008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/4490918578482008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-day.html' title='A Holy Day'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIgfYe64H5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/2TiRLr31CNM/s72-c/DSCN2650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-8631693862325102573</id><published>2008-07-23T06:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:54.723Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marrakesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jardin Majorelle'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIbC_lPUo-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Y8zVXaRnFj8/s1600-h/DSCN2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIbC_lPUo-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Y8zVXaRnFj8/s320/DSCN2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;I'm totally overwhelmed by all the comments you lovely people out there have left for me. Paula said that it was probably the most comments she'd ever seen on someone's first blog - and we all know why, don't we? That Jackie! What a lovely post you wrote - thank you once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I have to tell you people out there who only know this lady in cyberspace that she truly is the kindest and most generous person you could ever wish to meet - and as funny 'in the flesh' as she is on her blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Which leaves me with the problem of how can I 'live up' to this introduction. I've been reading all of your blogs for ages (via Dogdaisychains of course) and can't quite believe that you've read mine! And been kind enough to comment ... When I've worked out how to do things - like reply to comments, etc. - I will do, but for now please accept this as a general 'Thank You'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;This is my first 'post' all on my own and there seem to be so many things to think about that I'm not sure it'll even make it out there? I'm going to try to put a photo in, add a title, etc but it's all so scary!My photo is of a pool in the Jardin Majorelle in Marrakesh, where I went with my daughter, Suzanne, in April. (I'll tell you more about my family later.) I'm trying to make a felted piece based on this photograph but I find the 'design process' even scarier than the 'blogging' one. Paula says that blogging has improved her stitching immensely ... just hope I can say the same?&lt;br /&gt;draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-8631693862325102573?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8631693862325102573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=8631693862325102573' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8631693862325102573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/8631693862325102573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIbC_lPUo-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Y8zVXaRnFj8/s72-c/DSCN2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2270922937841712338.post-1522999606946460443</id><published>2008-07-22T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:27:54.990Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno felt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isle of Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seascape'/><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIW9Mme2pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/il8-E0dIer8/s1600-h/DSCN2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIW9Mme2pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/il8-E0dIer8/s320/DSCN2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog. I thought I'd start with something that I was &lt;u&gt;reasonably&lt;/u&gt; satisfied with. I made this piece of nuno felt on a course recently and - for once - was quite pleased with it. I feel that I could work on this technique. That's unusual for me - usually it just goes in the UFO box!&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a beach on the Isle of Man where I went in the spring with my two dear friends Mags and Adrienne. A really 'blowy' day - but one to put in the 'memory box'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you're able to read this at all is all down to my dear friend &lt;a href="http://dogdaisychains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt; who has encouraged me to start blogging and sat here whilst I did lots of 'daft things'. A very patient lady - thanks, Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2270922937841712338-1522999606946460443?l=maggikmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1522999606946460443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2270922937841712338&amp;postID=1522999606946460443' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1522999606946460443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2270922937841712338/posts/default/1522999606946460443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maggikmoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>maggik1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786613075809043625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/Se2giTFtkVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wXBaZ1vx08I/S220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDrYKOKAdtA/SIW9Mme2pII/AAAAAAAAAAM/il8-E0dIer8/s72-c/DSCN2653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
