Waste not, Want not.

Last night I wore bed socks, my feet were so cold.  I make no excuses for my pathetic-ness, maybe it's my age?.... as although its cold, very chilly, we have very efficient central heating, and I was snuggled under a 15 tog, goose down duvet, but my feet were freezing.  Little May always sleeps curled up next to my side of the bed on my jumper, all night, every night you'll find her there. I found her a special blanket, but I think its a smell thing, she likes my jumper best.  She is one of those cats who has to sniff everything to check out if it is safe or not.  The very first time I ever picked her up, was in the animal rescue center, quite a sad place, as they often are. It was freezing cold, she was basically in a big concrete cage, the lady asked if I'd like to hold her,  said she was quite timid but if you let her sniff you, she should be ok...I was wearing a big soft scarf, she put May in my arms.  Straight away she buried her face in my scarf, curled up and started to purr, I thought my heart would break. I'm pretty sure she remembers that day, although some would say I'm completely bonkers,  she feels safe and trusts me, she is a Me cat, my familiar, maybe we were just waiting to find one another? Anyhow thats May, she's gorgeous and I love her!

Those of the keen eyes amongst you, will notice a rather nice blanket of the Granny variety, on the armchair behind May.

I saw the man throw it in the waste for landfill dump, whilst recycling my tins...I admit to almost running to retrieve it before it was buried forever.

I went into town after to the posh fabric shop, they also sell housey things, and lo and behold they had wool blankets, just like mine for heaps of money, I did smile to myself as my original 1950's blanket was quite free.  I bought it home, put it on a gentle wool wash, and hung it over the banisters to dry, it washed up lovely.

Also spotted these and the basket above, it makes me want to cry the things people throw into landfill...

I'm enjoying my sketching at the moment.  It's a therapeutic pastime....

I have made some of my sketches into cards and will be popping them on to my Etsy shop very soon.  It  has taken some courage to show you my sketches...but I have decided that if I can't be myself and express who I am on my blog, then there isn't much point in writing one. 

I have thought very much about this and so am being honest and true, you will probably have noticed I have been redesigning and tweaking! I feel so passionate about re-using what we have as much as possible and creating less waste......

I have been making lots in my spare time, 

The bunny dolls will be listed in My Etsy shop at the end of January too, I am beavering away so I have some nice things to list.

Blanket bunnies, made from all vintage materials.

I will make another blue doll as I have fallen in love with Myha in her fair isle jumper :-)

Home......x

Myha, carer of critters, story teller, & wooly sock wearer....

 It is always a risk making things that come from your head, your imagination, as you are never sure if other people will get the stuff that goes on in there....  When it becomes a creation.  But this year I feel the fear!! Sometimes you have to take risks.....don't you think?  and see where it leads you.....

 be brave, I guess. 

Any how, I'm rabbiting, I hope you don't mind.  Have a good day, no snow here but they do say its coming in at the weekend, 

Keep smiling....

Love Sophie x