birthday – Stacey Stitch

One of the first things I said when I was first introduced to my future husband 12 years ago was “there are some who call me…….Tiiiiiiiim?”, which of course I thought was hilarious.

No one else really got it, apart from Tim of course.

So it seemed only fitting that I made him a little cross stitch Tim the Enchanter using a Wee Little Stitches pattern.

If you’re not au fait with Monty Python see the clip below:

He was made up with it.

On Sunday, after brekkie and card/present opening we went off to Yorkshire and I climbed up a waterfall.

I am usually such a scaredy-cat when it comes to things like this BUT I am trying my best to be more brave, as if there ever will be a little one of us running about I really don’t want to pass my silly irrational fears onto them.

So off I scrambled and I felt all sorts of fear, but conquer it I did, and up the waterfall I went.

A few pics from our aventures below. Happy Birthday to my lovely, wonderful soul-mate Timothy

Happy birthday Tim – I was all brave for you! Xx

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I do believe I have mentioned my Nana before but I really feel like she deserves to be mentioned a little more. My Nana turned 90 at the weekend and we went up to Sunderland for a gathering at her house to celebrate together, it was quite the turn out, with many of us sitting in the garden as the living room was packed.

My Nana and Granda brought me up when my folks divorced and I lived with them from age 1 to 7. They were the best parents a little girl could wish for; loving, kind, funny and always with plenty of time for us.

When I moved back in with the parentals in later years I still spent a lot of time with the Grandfolkage, there were the weeks I spent with them in summer and long weekends in the School holidays.

I think my love of vintage probably stems from having a quite an old fashioned upbringing in a lot of respects. I have a fondness for musicals and old films that stems from watching them with my Nana and Granda in the holidays. I distinctly remember begging my Nana to let me watch Gone With the Wind when I was 12 or so years old and being amazed at it, in all of it’s 238 minute glory.

My Nana is the reason for all of this, including this blog. I remember her teaching me how to knit when I was very young (hand knitting is still not my forte!) and she taught me to embroider and hand sew.

My holidays with them were not complete without my Nana taking me off to Newcastle to the craft shops for some craft kit of some kind.

I think she noticed in me at a young age that while I loved reading I wasn’t particularly academic (my dyslexia was never diagnosed at school – even thought I was tested) and so she encouraged me to make things and that’s where my passion ignited.

There isn’t only this I have to thank her for though. I have to thank her for everything; for her and Granda giving up a lot of their retirement to look after me and my sisters, for doing without so we could have things, for making me clothes and party dresses for School, for giving me unconditional and endless love, for teaching me to be kind, considerate and loving and being able to find the light when things seem dark, for being the strong, no-nonsense tough as old boots woman she is but with the kindest loving heart, for showing me that no matter what life throws at you, you should dust yourself off and get on with it.