French kissing in the dragon way?

•February 3, 2017 • 6 Comments

curly luttrell dragon

I don’t think it shows well on the photo, because it’s very subtle, but I love the play of the soft smoky blue with the green linings of his wings, it’s very peacocky – perhaps he’s the husband to the dragonwife?

That would be typical, he is off snogging someone else, after all.

leaping dragonwife

•January 30, 2017 • 6 Comments


I went with a dark purple wing with green highlights in the end. Despite me having brightened her colours up she’s still a rather dowdy little thing – I did consider giving her shiny claws but she didn’t strike me as the type to spend her time at the nail bar. (perhaps its the headscarf). Personally I think dragons are something like peacocks – the males are all full of show and the females just get on with stuff without the shouting.

This is getting silly

•January 25, 2017 • 13 Comments

January has been a dull and stressful month.

which has lead to much mindless machine sewing

which has lead to a considerable reduction of the printed cotton fabric pile

which has resulted in a considerable accumulation of shirts


I think I need to spend a weekend snipping threads and sewing on buttons. But at least I’m ahead of the game with next Christmases presents.

Gareth, on the other hand, is in a state of barely containable excitement at the prospect of a new kitten, so he decided to make a new cat tree. Using, as you can see, an actual tree…


I voiced my concern that it might be a bit on the small side, to which he replied that he’s not quite finished yet…




•January 22, 2017 • 14 Comments

Ever since Hobbes died, Gareth has been on the internet researching kittens, trying to find a decent Bengal breeder who doesn’t keep kittens in cages. One breeder he liked sent pictures of a litter who all looked too much like Hobbes ( he doesn’t want a replacement cat, he wants a worthy successor). So yesterday we drove to Stockport to meet a Bengal kitten whose breeder has nicknamed him Joey tribbiani because he’s a greedy chunky little fatboy.


Hes only eight weeks old, and wasn’t meant to be interviewing potential monkeys yet, but the breeder said she gets so many people wanting kittens who only want the most expensive Bengal, or the Bengal with the right spots, that she was happy to let Joey see someone who was interested in purrsonality over looks.

as you can see, Joey has chosen Gareth and we left a deposit. We go back and pick him up in about a month. He’s a lovely friendly, well socialised little chap who’s grown up in a proper home. His sisters laid the sugar on pretty thick as well, so it’s just as well I went with Gareth or he would have left three deposits.

joey will be renamed trouble as soon as he gets home.

this is the picture Gareth chose to reassure his breeder we can offer a good home…


Branston, btw, is very concerned that we haven’t thought this through. He says it will be left up to him to teach the little snot good manners, and kittens only learn good manners by having them thoroughly pounded into them ( spare the paw and spoil the kitten) and that kitten looks like he’s got a very thick head that will need a whole lot of pounding.

if the little one grows up to be half the cat his dad is he will be gorgeous. Bagheera is not only the biggest Bengal I’ve ever met, he was also one of the biggest dollops. He’s due to retire from stud this year, and the owner plans to keep him as a pet because he’s such a sweetie, but her son is planning to leave home soon, and having seen bagheera with the boy I think that cat has definitely chosen his monkey.




•January 19, 2017 • 8 Comments

So I got sidetracked with the leaping dragonwife…


…because one of the disadvantages of not quite sticking to the original psalter colours is that indecision can strike, and I couldn’t decide what colour her wing should be. In the psalter her wing is blue, but I think there’s already enough blue in this corner, plus I’m running pretty short of blue (I need to get a dyebatch done soon).

So I did some pretty flowers instead


So that’s my meagre progress on the dragon fantasy for January so far, but at least I’ve almost finished my tax return. I’d rather have been doing my embroidery.


•January 15, 2017 • 8 Comments



Between running around trying to keep Gareth relatively sane ( comfort foods seem to help, he’s had slow roast belly pork, bake well tart, moo shu, general tso, salmon and mint quiche, and tonight beef casserole with dumplings) and trying to get my tax stuff sorted for the 31st, sewing has been a low priority this week.

luckily I had a labours of the months in reserve for just such an occasion.

April is midwifery and medicine to tie with the herb gathering shown for this month in the men’s labours.

The bed cover was an experiment. Striped decoration is often shown in manuscripts, but I was in two minds how to translate it into split stitch. In the end I blocked the drapery and then just sewed the stripes over the top with no regard to the drapery, which I think gives the most medieval solution. Plus I really like the green on top of the dark blue.

Aprils kitty is ms Persephone mowse, one of the most insane ( I suspect mildly autistic) cats I’ve ever had. She is miss April simply because she was white and needed a background. She was quite good with poorly folks though, because she loved it when you sat still.

This white tweed is teaching me that I’m very much correct when I tell people on natural dye forums that rose hip isn’t a dye. I drink rose hip tea, and have a tendency to spill it on my embroidery- not only does it make a rather miserable colour, but it washes out the minute the tweed hits cold water. So my assertion to many a hedgerow dyer that rose hip is a stain rather than a dye is very much confirmed.

thankyou everyone for your kind thoughts on Hobbes, but I’m not going to reply to comments on that post ( to be honest I couldn’t work out how to turn off comments on an individual post). Branston is being even clinger than usual without his little mate to play with, whilst at the same time completely failing to comfort spare monkey (Gareth), so it’s probably just as well that Gareth has spent the entire weekend looking at kitten porn on the internet, and already has plans to get another Bengal.



•January 14, 2017 • 11 Comments


Hobbes died on Thursday.

he had a good day Wednesday sitting on the sofa watching David Attenborough with Gareth, but overnight the cancer spread to his spine and his back end was paralysed.