Digressing entirely, in the kitchen at the cottage, there are a lot of windows. This is most unlike the rest of the cottage where the windows are very small (the cottage dating to around 1500-1550) and is because the kitchen occupies a modern extension to the rear. I'm always a bit unsure what to do with windows in kitchens, how to dress them, that is. I don't myself feel curtains are particularly necessary or maybe even sensible as everything gets a tad grimy from cooking. That said, I know they can look lovely (and can be washed!) I thought to have curtains in the kitchen at the cottage would be "too much" though, in terms of look because of the amount of windows, and indeed maintenance (no washing machine by choice). However, for some time, I haven't wanted them to be completely bare, either.
The West Country is renowned for its gloomy and rainy Winters. It can of course, be beautiful, cold, clear and bright but it can also be a bit miserable at this time of year, New Year stood out as a particularly dismal spell. What to do when it's cold and rainy outside? The answer lies in sewing indoors! And so, in my very round-a-bout way, I am telling you that the last time we stayed at the cottage, Bernie the Bernina came too. Of course, I have not the luxury of my marvellous Den at the cottage but there is always the dining room, no hardship to be surrounded by all our pretty things in there, it has to be said.
I pondered that the answer to the window dressing in the kitchen problem could be bunting. Now I am a little torn when it comes to bunting. On the one hand, I can't help feeling it's become perhaps a bit predictable and overdone. On the other hand, I can't deny the fact that I really do like it! I'm not one of those people that has to be "different"; to me, I like what I like, if the rest of the world is doing it too, I don't mind. Bunting it is then!
I just happened to have rather a delectable stash of 1930's reproduction cottons in gorgeous colours which I thought would be just the ticket. So I organised myself in the Den, cut out all the flags, including a few "seen better days" vintage embroidered cloths, and packed up anything else I might need. At the cottage the next day, I got out the cute little wooden ironing board miraculously left behind by the last (unpleasant) owner, set up Bernie and off we went.
Oh happy days! Why did I not do this before? The boys were quite happy doing their own things and didn't mind me sewing, which I suppose is always my worry when we are all together, that we must do family things which doesn't involve me sewing. Just not constantly, I guess!
As a temporary thing, I can definitely be happy sewing here!
Not long after, the bunting was finished and up it went.
I sort of felt like a party should be going on and I should be serving up jelly and blancmange! No bad thing, might I add.
It's a lovely cheery space, our little kitchen.
And just because... I couldn't resist a gratuitous shot of my Carlton Ware!
On my thrifty moochings, I picked up this milk basket thingy for £1 (my brain denies me the proper word for it!) I cannot explain why, but I have long hankered after one of these. Actually, I think it's the nostalgia of days gone by; there's something so much more attractive about fresh milk delivered by the float each day, in its glass bottles with shiny metallic tops, don't you think? So much the better if the birds have pecked through the top to get to the creamy top of the milk.
So here we are, another Friday, the end of another week in February (thank goodness) and time for us to head off for a while, it's half term next week. I'm hoping the next few days will see me spending quite a lot of relaxing time here...
... and maybe a spot of dining room sewing, of course!
May you find time to relax (and sew?) this weekend too!