Foodie Pen Pals Swap November


Oh how lovely it is to receive a parcel in the Post – this was my second foodie swap and this time my sender, Mari was from Ireland!



What a delightful package! Not only Irish Country Stew, but Irish ‘Tayto’ brand Chilli crisps that did not last long after this picture was taken!

I had not heard of Bewley’s before but they are a hotel chain and the Irish Breakfast tea was as rich and delightful – certainly the kick I needed to get going in the mornings. I think the Irish love their tea almost as much as the English do!

There was also some microwave popcorn – which reminded me of happy memories of the movie nights I did with my children when they were small.

My parcel was sent to the lovely Linda in Holland – I hope she enjoyed her parcel as much as I enjoyed mine.

The foodie swaps are run by the lovely Carol-Ann, you can join in the fun just pop over to her blog.

ttfn x


Adventures, crochet, filet crochet, patchwork

At home with an Edwardian Seamstress – a visit to Petworth Cottage Museum

Pet worth Cottage Museum

Tucked away among the Victorian Villas is the Petworth Cottage Museum, it was originally an Estate Cottage of the grand Petworth House – it has been restored to how it was back in the Edwardian period – around 1910 when seamstress, Mary Cummings rented the house.

Petworth Seamstress Cottage

You step into the garden and follow the path to the back of the house, into a lovely flower garden – the guide explained that Mary had an allotment so the garden was planted up with flowers.

You feel like a visitor at Peworth Seamstress cottage

I felt like a visitor stepping in to see an old friend, the attention to detail was delightful, even before we stepped inside, I relished the site of the mangle and the food safe hanging by the back door. We had to knock and were answered by a charming guide who happily answered my many questions.

scullery Petworth Cottage Museum

You step directly into the small scullery at the back, but it has the feel of a home rather than a museum and the tiny details abound for the visitor to discover.

scullery sink Petworth Cottage Museum

The lovely geraniums on the bright sunny window sill and the vegetables which have been left with the knife as if the lady of the house has just been interrupted by our arrival!

Petworth Cottage Museum

What a lovely eclectic mix of period items – you can just see the clothes horse with its drying sheets, the knives and the plate rack filled with mismatched crockery.

Petworth Cottage Museum

I love the soap dish with its scrubbing brush all ready to use

Petworth Cottage Museum

And the peg basket with wooden clothes pegs

towel on a roll Petworth Cottage Museum

I love the towel at the ready

medicine bottles Petworth Cottage Museum

The medicine cabinet is full of bottles and jars long before the NHS

kitchen Petworth Cottage Museum

There were all types of kitchen devices and gadgetry to feast on

Petworth Cottage Museum

Can you guess what this is?

egg separator Petworth Cottage Museum

an Egg Separator how useful is that?

Petworth Cottage Museum

Some of the devices include pamphlets and instructions

pantry Petworth Cottage Museum

To one side was a door, (that is Mr D escaping to the cellar) I marvelled at the use of space the shelves made use of every nook and cranny, and the preserves were all clearly labelled – I have always had a passion for pantries

Did you spot the green candle holder sitting on the jar?

Cellar Petworth Cottage Museum

The cellar was quite dark but the guide was able to light the original gas lamps and we were able to experience seeing by gas light. As it hissed we saw carpentry tools, a bicycle and a little paraffin heater. The light was not really bright but you could adjust it with the wick.  It was a bit eerie and I was glad to make our way back up the rickety stairs, where there were still wonders to see that I had missed on the climb down.

Parlour Petworth Cottage Museum

We were guided through the kitchen and into the parlour which was full of lots of details and objects including a pretty vase of flowers from the garden.

Games and amusements Petworth Cottage Museum

The Pollyphone was a very rare item it was cross between a music box and a gramophone there were many hand made items

canvass work Petworth Cottage Museum

Including this pretty canvas work cushion on one of the easy chairs by the fire

rag doll Petworth Cottage Museum

this sweet little rag doll had a seat of her own

peek into cupboards Petworth Cottage Museum

Open doors invited me to peek into cupboards (Mrs Cummings wasn’t looking!) the china here was beautiful is rare Petworth Cross China – locally made!

glowing range Petworth Cottage Museum

The range actually glowed, (it was lit by a red lamp) and it was lovely to see the little cakes ready to come out of the oven. There were several irons near the fire, because they lost then heat so quickly you would always have one warming up and one in use. Mrs Cummings must have done a lot of ironing, but then you need to when you sew!

Range Petworth Cottage Museum

What a huge kettle it must have been a huge effort to lift!

table laid for tea Petworth Cottage Museum

The table was all set for afternoon tea – with the sunshine flooding in it was all I could do to stop myself from taking a seat!

laid for tea Petworth Cottage Museum

I marvelled at the meticulous attention to detail as the kindly guide explained that the food items were all made by volunteers the cake and bread is made using salt rather than sugar so that it preserves it. Another small jar of flowers on the table really added to the beauty of the tea table and again helped me feel that I was visiting a home rather than a museum.

lace Petworth Cottage Museum

A sideboard drawer was slightly open to reveal a sumptuous collection of linen and lace.

stairs to the bedroom Petworth Cottage Museum

It was quite a little while before we headed upstairs but the guide did not hurry me

instead we talked about textiles and my interest in the museum because Mrs Cummings was a Seamstress.

Mrs Cunningham Petworth Cottage Museum

And here, at last is Mrs Cummings! Working away at her beautiful treadle sewing machine!

Petworth Cottage Museum

She is making a beautiful piece of delicate lace

Sewing room Petworth Cottage Museum

Again the details are captivating – sewing boxes, thread, darning tools

sewing supplies Petworth Cottage Museum

lace, buttons, pins and needles

shears and patterns Petworth Cottage Museum

her long shears hang on a hook just within reach

Seamstress Bill Petworth Cottage Museum

and an original bill for making a blouse! 6 shillings and 7 pence… not even Primark pay that!

needlework books Petworth Cottage Museum

pattern books and a needlework encyclopaedia

fashion magazine Petworth Cottage Museum

a Parisian Fashion Journal

crochet lace Petworth Cottage Museum

An example of filet crochet lace sits above the pattern book it came from. I am in awe of the skill of the maker, the stitches are so small. I was told many housewives earned extra incomes for their families by selling these lace items at markets -often by gaslight or candle light and I know now what that was like!

christening gown Petworth Cottage Museum

Unfortunately the mechanical age saw demand for home made lace decline, and the skills were almost lost but there are wonderful examples to see, like this beautiful Christening Gown.

crochet lace Petworth Cottage Museum

I have always wanted to try my hand at faggotting, the recent trend for lace on clothing means I have no excuse!

crochet lace pattern book Petworth Cottage Museum

I believe this is tatting – I saw examples of this at a textiles exhibition recently, one lady had been working on a piece for 5 years, but it was so beautiful and well worth the effort.

quilt Petworth Cottage Museum

This beautiful quilt was hanging on the back of a chair, the silk was so vivid after many years

knitting basket Petworth Cottage Museum

we headed to the bedroom and noticed a delightful knitting basket that I wanted to take home!

filet crochet bedspread Petworth Cottage Museum

The bedspread was also filet crochet, Mrs Cummings Pyjamas were laid out ready with another crochet pyjama case

pjs Petworth Cottage Museum

And a bed warmer all air the bed

bed warmer Petworth Cottage Museum

wash stand Petworth Cottage Museum

The wash stand, and the discrete bucket, (you saw the outhouse in the garden in the first picture)

alcove for a wardrobe Petworth Cottage Museum

hats and handbags

lace curtain Petworth Cottage Museum

little dressing table with curling irons

wash stand Petworth Cottage Museum

Such a pretty rose patterned dish and matching table runner in delicate cross stitch

filet lace Petworth Cottage Museum

What a beautiful lace panel along the fireplace. (I think they like Filet Crochet as much as I do!)

clothes Petworth Cottage Museum

no wardrobe just curtains and a towel rail but the clothes are neatly pressed

curtains Petworth Cottage Museum

The curtains matched at the window and they were so pretty I thought I would give you a closer peek at the pattern

bloomers Petworth Cottage Museum

And you thought French knickers were large! These were bloomers worn at the time! with the lovely guide holding them. She kindly brought many more textiles and lace to show me, when she discovered my passion for textiles

to the attic Petworth Cottage Museum

One more flight to the attic room past the wondrous wool coat

attic Petworth Cottage Museum

What a delightful room for a child – but that bed doesn’t look too comfortable

bedside reading Petworth Cottage Museum

there were some really lovely picture books

school slate Petworth Cottage Museum

as well as s school slate

crochet blanket Petworth Cottage Museum

I loved the round little crochet cover with its pretty lacy border which completes our little tour of the house.

If you are near Petworth do make a visit it really is a delightful place you can find more information about opening times here

Adventures, afternoon tea, Walking

Sunday stroll – from the Country to the Sea

Sunday Stroll

Sundays were very different when I was a child, only local newsagents were open to sell morning papers and sweets. There was always a sense of quiet on a Sunday, with most families heading off for walks or picnics, the streets were quiet and even noisy gardening was curtailed on a Sunday.

Rumi quote and wheat field

Sundays aren’t really any different from the rest of the week now. Family outings head to busy shopping centres; you often hear noisy grass cutting or DIY tools, there doesn’t seem to be the same sense of peace and quiet; unless you manage to find some peaceful spot, like this one!

dog walking

These wheat fields are at the height of their beauty,  green wheat slowly yielding to golden husky brown while the breeze gently ripples the heads, slowly swaying, like the field is dancing. As we wandered the paths, where the hardened earth was deeply cracked by the warm dry summer, we caught the summery scent of hay and the slight sea saltiness on the breeze.

walking the dog

We followed the path between the tall wheat, eventually coming to a small woodland path between the fields. The coolness of the trees was welcome, but it was a little battle against nettles and brambles.  The wood was narrow, creating a gap between the large fields – barely wider than the path, leading towards the sea.


Despite the heat of the day – this beach is virtually deserted! The sea was warm as we paddled for a while

the sense of peace was wonderful, as the waves gently lapped over my feet.

empty beach

We had the beach to ourselves – there wasn’t even a boat on the horizon!

wheat field

Eventually, we turned around and followed another path through more wheat fields

Baliffs court hotel

To a lovely spot nearby, the lovely Bailiffs Court Hotel,

It was built in 1927 from old medieval buildings it even has a secret underground tunnel.

Tea and Cake

After our walk we were ready for a lovely pot of Darjeeling and a selection of cakes.

If only all Sundays could be a as good as this!



A seat with a view – perspective on being in a wheelchair.

Susanna Di Milo

One of the most profound experiences of my life was being in a wheelchair for 8 weeks.

 Before my injury, I thought wheelchair access was over the top, political correctness gone mad. I used to see all those empty disabled access parking spaces and tut as I drove round trying to find somewhere to park. Or the ramps that seemed to be here there and everywhere, costing thousands of pounds from local councils.

I imagined I was sympathetic for people in wheelchairs, I try and make room for them as they pass,  but I never gave it much more consideration.

From a sitting perspective it is quite different.

I remember the first time my daughter took me out in a wheelchair after two weeks of loneliness, it was odd to be in the world again. But I remember we laughed a lot, she nearly tipped me out of the chair when the wheels caught on a tiny bump of a dropped curb.

it was surprising how different the wold could be from a sitting position

I lost count of the number times I was hit in the face or shoulder by shopping bags – you are invisible – eye level with children and dogs.

I was in a busy shopping centre in an electric wheelchair. I noticed I was on a collision course with a young girl who was looking at her mobile phone and not where she was going. I could not go left or right because of the crowds around me. A instant before we were going to hit, I must have caught her eye – she looked up and had to step aside.  Astoundingly, she then spent the next few minutes (which felt like an eternity) swearing and cursing me for getting in her way!

Another time I was being pushed in a wheelchair and we had just come out of a museum the dropped curb was a few feet away and as we headed towards it a delivery van parked over it. When we pointed out to him that he was blocking our ability to cross the road, he told us he would not be long, got out of his van and disappeared for 5 minutes. We were left waiting for him, he could have parked a few feet forwards or backwards, (There were no other cars parked at all) but it was too much trouble. I had never realised before, just how essential these little dropped curbs were!

Of course it wasn’t all terrible, I met so many kind strangers, who were always willing to offer support.

Using electric wheelchair from a fantastic organisation called Shop Mobility, I was in Ikea and discovered I could not open the door to the disabled toilet –  door opened outwards but at an angle, the wheelchair could not go sideways. I was stranded until a lovely lady came and opened it for me. I remember crying in that toilet, because it was the first time I had to depend on a stranger for something so basic, it was humbling indeed.

I spent a lot of time with my daughter, I don’t think we laughed as much on any other shopping trips!

There was the time that I rode the lift up and down three times because i could not back out of it quickly enough before the doors closed on me.

Or the time I was exiting the shop not realising that I had hooked several handbags on the handles of the chair! Thankfully my daughter noticed and stopped me from going out of the doors.

Being in a wheelchair was the most valuable experience in my life and the thing that kept me going was knowing I would eventually walk again. Others don’t get that option.

Have you had an unpleasant experience that changed the way you see the world?


This is what I wrote at the time of the injury, way back in 2009!

Gastrocnemius tear and tips!

Well, it has nearly been six weeks, and I thought I would share a few things I have learned since tearing my gastrocnemius. The first lesson was knowing I actually had a gastrocnemius, realising it was in my leg rather than a word to describe someone who enjoys their food, or a posh way of saying you have been on the loo more than usual!

If you are reading this because you have torn your gastrocnemius muscle then you are obviously sporty! As this usually occurs during sporting activities! (you can’t injure yourself while sitting on the sofa!) Although government guidelines state you should participate in 30 minutes exercise a day, most hospital  casualty departments are filled with people with sporting injuries, so you decide!

I could go into some brilliant description about tears, first aid advice etc, however, there is a brilliant website dedicated to the medical stuff,

Anyway this blog article is really support to help someone who is looking for advice once they have their diagnosis!

How I found my Gastrocnemius

I was dancing, well technically I was actually walking, when I felt a sensation similar to an elastic band pinging on the back of my leg, followed by the most awful cramp I have ever experienced! Now my first real piece of advice to you is not to do what I did immediately afterwards. I had just asked someone to dance, a rather fast rock and roll dance and my gastrocnemius chose the moment I was walking onto the dance floor with this young man. (he was rather good looking but that is another matter!) The fact was I did not know him well enough to turn round and walk off, or to explain that I had hurt myself. So, I actually danced, well rather hopped through the dance while leaving my foot firmly on the floor. It must have been the worse dance in the world, but the man (obviously a very polite gentleman) asked me for another . I declined and slowly, trying stupidly not to limp and pretending everything was fine (Embarrassment can be a dangerous thing!), I struggled off the dance floor.  Reaching my long suffering  partner, I told him I had hurt myself and scuppered his chances of actually enjoying the pint he had to his lips, explaining, in what was to be quite an understatement, that I thought I might not be able to drive home. The understatement became apparent when we got outside and I admitted it was actually agony to walk! I managed to hop, using C’s shoulder for balance all the way to the car! I got to bed, by going up the stairs on my bum, hoping that all would be well in the morning after a dose of the strongest painkillers in the house! Sadly, we found ourselves among the footballers and pub brawlers the next morning at the casualty department! That is when I discovered I had a second degree tear on my gastrocnemius! And luckily for me I had not ruptured it, or the Achilles tendon!  So we returned, armed with crutches, a sick note and some small round tablets called co-drydamol.

So now you know how I met my gastrocnemius, I would be interested to hear your stories! 

Actual Advice 

Well, that was six weeks ago, I am still on the sofa, (sorry to disappoint you it can take up to eight weeks!) hereare my tips for anyone surfing looking to benefit from someone else’s experience (mistakes), while recovering from a tear in their gastocnemius!


When they tell you to rest your leg, that actually means sitting on the sofa with your feet at roughly the same level as your hips. It does not mean you can climb stairs, do housework or stand up to cook a meal, try and feed chickens or bake cakes,  it actually means REST. This may be the only time in your life when you can justifiably leave the housework! Horay!

Rescue and old bag!

It is a good idea to carry a bag around with you, as your crutches tend to take up both your hands! (this does not work with a cup of tea!) It is also advisable, (sadly it took me several days to realise this) to bring all objects down with you when you come down the stairs in the morning! (glasses, books, etc! Are best brought down together rather than one at a time when you remember!) This of course won’t be a problem if you live in a flat!

Billy don’t be a hero!

Or heroine! Call all your friends, get as much sympathy as you possibly can! After a couple of days you will find you are drifting into a world of Jeremy Kyle and GMTV, the four walls will be closing in on you and your brain will turn to mush! You will need your friends to keep your sanity! It is difficult, I know, to ask for help, but remember how good it feels to actually help someone? Don’t deny your friends the chance to feel good!

Take pride in your appearance

You might be a little more sternly built than I am, but after a week or so, you may find you are wearing soft stretchy sportswear, comfy clothes that are the equivalent of pyjamas, or they are actually pyjamas!  This is not good for your self esteem, with no work to dress up for, you may find you haven’t worn make-up for weeks, (or if you are guy, you might consider growing a beard!) Take a firm hold of yourself, and pick at least one day a week when you are dressed, spruced up and ready to go! Even if it is another day on the sofa with loose women.

Seize the day!

You can take advantage of services for the disabled even though it is only temporary! (sadly not a blue badge!) but enjoy parking in the disabled bays at your local supermarket! Watch as people wait and spy on you to see if you really are disabled! Then get out your crutches and go for it! Some supermarkets actually have electric wheelchairs! Go on, you have been dying to try them. There is a great organisation called SHOP MOBILITY, They usually operate in most towns and they actually let you borrow an electric wheelchair or a mobility scooter! Yipee, this is fun! They will also stamp your parking so you park for free! However, be warned, shops, lifts and people are really hard to negotiate! Fortunately the shop mobility people cover you for insurance!

You will encounter two distinct groups of people as you make your way around the shops, hostile and friendly!

Hostile people will swear at you, walk directly in your path and then shout at you if you narrowly avoid hitting them by performing an emergency stop procedure. People will hit you with their handbags, as your head is now at just the right height. There will be hostile stares as they try to work out why you are in a wheelchair and not dribbling!

Kind people smile at you! They will press the floor numbers on the lift and risk white finger by holding the door open button while it takes you ten minutes to reverse out without hitting the side doors! They help pick things up when you have knocked them off shelves and still smile at you! (perfuse apologies are a really good idea at this point, don’t lean out of the chair, as you could actually fall out of it with the chair on top of you!)

Manage your pain

Although they give you really strong painkillers, take as many as you need to help with the pain. Even though you can have six co-drydamol a day,  you can actually lose days or even weeks if you do this! (I lost a whole day and I only took half the recommended dose!) I might be going against medical advice, and I am not advising this for anyone here. I am an ants in the pants sort of person, when I took the painkillers, during the time  I was not comatose, I did stupid things, like walking in the garden etc! I think pain is actually my body’s way of telling me to sit on the sofa and be nice to gastrocnemius. So just because I preferred to be awake, I did not take the painkillers all the time. As I was in some discomfort I did not feel up to chasing the chickens or mopping the floor!

Keep busy! (A blog challenge!)

You will be aware of many things you are no longer able to do, while you are resting and being really kind to your gastrocnemius! I have started a little list of suggestions, but I am opening up to you guys to come up with some ideas of your own!

  1. Complete a crossword, Sudoku or even a whole puzzle book
  2. Write a blog
  3. Write a book
  4. Learn to crochet,
  5. Meditate
  6. Plan a holiday for when you are fit and well again
  7. Shop on line and get it delivered to your door
  8. Write a letter, (or thank you cards for your friends)
  9. Read a book (this site is a great way to buy books cheaply and save the planet!)
  10. Come up with your own ideas and post them here!
  11. Tell me how you got to know your gastrocnemius and post it here!
  1. Take out the whole series of Ugly Betty, Desperate Housewives or lost (it might make sense if you watch it all together!)
Books, Poem

Adventures of a Bookworm


I am not a poet, sometimes I catch one – just like a butterfly –  if I am lucky I have time to write it down. Today, while my eyes strayed to the bookshelves (I have them in every room), this little poem popped in my head.

My bookshelves brim, both high and low

Of adventures and places, I’d like to go

Shall I journey back in time?

Or take a boat trip on the Rhine?

Traverse the galaxy, explore black holes

or find a way to save our souls?

I’ll take a course, I’ll  learn to speak,

In Russian, Spanish, Dutch and Greek.

Unravel mysteries, solve fiendish crime,

Battle, Nazis and Ghouls, and win every time.

Between the covers of a book

Adventures lurk, just take a look

A tale of courage, a life of strife,

Of how a man met and woo’d his wife.

When times are hard or the weather’s bleak

I’ll go and fight Pirates in Martinique

I have no need of plane or car

To travel places near and far

Just a cup of tea, a cosy chair

Peace and quiet, time to spare.

Upon my bookshelf, crammed in tight

Adventures call both day and night.

Susanna Di Milo


Adventures, daffodils, heart and home, love, pleasure, romance, valentine, weekend

Valentines Weekend in pictures

Bacon Sandwich and breakfast readingThere is something decadent about lazy Saturday mornings, crisp bacon between soft brown bread and a little bit of reading inspiration.Mr D bought this magazine because it had an article about lingerie – he knows I have been researching this subject for a while. I am so blessed to have a man in my life who pays attention to my creativity and encourages me. He bought me a pile of little reading books for Valentines day, short stories that he will read me when we are tucked up in bed!

As well as some beautiful daffodils. I think these flowers should be identified with Valentines day, roses are simply twigs at this time of the year, but the daffodils push through the cold, they are like vases of sunshine – so good at lifting my spirits on a dull February day.

Cross-stitch love 2

I have been playing around with cross stitch, creating these two pieces to be turned into bolsters on our bed, except I realised the material is up in the Cotswolds. I thought it might be a nice gift. I also created a play list on youtube of songs that are special to us – we listened to it cuddled up on the sofa. .. nice.

Portrait picture design

I had this idea for creating personalised portraits about a year ago, its only just come to fruition.

I have a couple of workshops coming up, so needed to concentrate on getting them completed this weekend

Arranging fabric portrait

I love this ‘red bird fabric’ from Eternal Maker – I bought it from memory about the right shade of red to match the frame, thank fully the red was just right.

Fabric portraits

In no time they were done! we can gaze into each other’s eyes, or turn them around if we argue!

Afternoon tea was ready and waiting.

Home made afternoon tea

Smokies, muffins, chocolate cake and raspberry and white chocolate brownies

The chocolate cake was sublime, I am usually the baker but I think Mr D has stolen my crown!

After a walk along the seashore in the glorious sunshine

Heart chocolate souffle

Dinner was sublime, crab pasta followed by heart shaped chocolate raspberry soufflé

Mr D is a delightful cook and a fantabulous man! Breakfast Bagel

Smoked Salmon Bagels with cream cheese for Sunday Brunch

Picking out embroidery colours

More embroidery

Reading papers, relaxing and dog walking.




Adventures, Uncategorized

Happy New Year

New year's Eve Dance 2014
New year’s Eve Dance 2014

Happy New Year to you all, may it be filled with health, wealth and happiness! I hope you had fun celebrating! this year we went to a Vintage Swing Dance just outside Brighton.

The music is mainly from the 1930’s right through to the 1950’s with all the fun of dressing up! I made this dress specifically for the evening, it is a oriental satin fabric and had a fabulous drape, so that it swirls out when I spin. (More about the making of this dress later). I had just popped out for a breather which is why my petticoat is all over the place!

We are very fortunate there are so many wonderful dance events on in West Sussex, there is a very active Vintage community with regular events including the famous Goodwood Revival in September. I love the upbeat music and the opportunity to dress up with flowers in my hair without people looking at me sideways! Its great that the guys dress up too, shirt, ties, braces and trilby’s are the order of the day! We had a brilliant time – spending it with lovely dancers. Everyone goes all out to dress up so it becomes a joy to see so many lovely clothes!

NYE swing dance poster

If you aren’t sure what swing dancing is here’s a little taste 

We had an interesting discussion on the way home, how the English mostly celebrate New Year’s Eve, versus the Scotts New Year celebrations. Here in the Uk we go out early, usually until the clock chimes! Then we are off home, even though the music went well on to 1am it had thinned out considerably!

The Scotts do it differently, staying home quiet until the midnight chimes strike and then its time to go out and celebrate. They visit friends and neighbours – with allocated times organised so that everyone can go from house to house together, with whisky and food, usually lasting well into the next day. Its why the 2nd January is also a bank holiday in Scotland! Lucky them!

Dancing just after midnight
Dancing just after midnight 


The Hall was bedecked with bunting and flags just as if it were the 1940’s! Here we are in the centre of the floor dancing just after the midnight chimes had rung out. (you can just about make me out in my pink dress)

May the New Year be Happy, Healthy and full of blessings  xx ttfn xx


Movember felting fun

Getting ready for workshops

My partner is participating in Movember – a great way to raise money for cancer research and while I cannot grow my own moustache, I thought I would create some needle felting ones to inspire him and for me to wear to support the charity.

Barvaria here I come
Barvaria here I come

It was fun coming up with various shapes – I think this one gives him a bavarian air!

Mr Wong!
Mr Wong!

This one was terrific fun to make, the long thin strands seemed to go on forever!

Now this looks very slavic to me !
Now this looks very slavic to me !

Austria’s border patrol are missing one of their guards..! oh err!

Russian spy?
Russian spy?

I think he would make a great double agent!

I’ll update you on his own moustache at the end of the month!

ttfn xx