greymud grey
leaf grey
sky grey
rose grey
lichen grey
seakale grey
roll on spring
happy christmas
Thursday, 24 December 2015
Sunday, 13 December 2015
a merry lobster christmas
Last week we rushed out during a break in the weather for lunch and a walk by the sea, and found this extraordinary lobster pot Christmas tree!
What a brilliant idea- the pots were donated by local people and when it stops being a tree it will become individual lobster pots for the Emsworth fishermen. A good example of the practical spirit of Christmas.
We love to be by the sea whatever the weather, and everything was sparkling when the sun came out. As a late friend used to say 'it makes you wish you were alive'.
The sky was full of the low winter light that makes colours flat and chalky. I noticed these pastel coloured cottages, and I love the subtle difference between the white and the almost-white pinky grey.
They reminded me of this doll's house, seen in a shop window
(This must be for rather posh dolls, there's a miniature aga in the kitchen!)
I really hope that the pretend snow won't be the only snow we see this winter. The weather is spookily unseasonal, and we could do with some lovely bright frosty days, if only to dry up the unending mud. Also now that Mr P and I no longer have to leave the house to go to the Day Jobs, we are hoping for the opportunity to snuggle down in front of the fire with a big vat of soup and wait for the snowdrops to come out...
What a brilliant idea- the pots were donated by local people and when it stops being a tree it will become individual lobster pots for the Emsworth fishermen. A good example of the practical spirit of Christmas.
We love to be by the sea whatever the weather, and everything was sparkling when the sun came out. As a late friend used to say 'it makes you wish you were alive'.
The sky was full of the low winter light that makes colours flat and chalky. I noticed these pastel coloured cottages, and I love the subtle difference between the white and the almost-white pinky grey.
They reminded me of this doll's house, seen in a shop window
(This must be for rather posh dolls, there's a miniature aga in the kitchen!)
I really hope that the pretend snow won't be the only snow we see this winter. The weather is spookily unseasonal, and we could do with some lovely bright frosty days, if only to dry up the unending mud. Also now that Mr P and I no longer have to leave the house to go to the Day Jobs, we are hoping for the opportunity to snuggle down in front of the fire with a big vat of soup and wait for the snowdrops to come out...
Thursday, 3 December 2015
a christmas deer
When I saw this shiny gold stamp pad in the stationery shop I knew I needed it and I was right, as it is just right for the Christmas card production line, along with this antique French bird stamp and some trusty potatoes.
We don't 'do' Christmas in the usual sense in the Molebags household- we don't do stupid amounts of food shopping, or squeeze a massive turkey into the oven, or feel the need to join the crowds in the high street. We have an agreement with friends and family to refrain from present buying, and usually treat ourselves to our own gift after the madness is over and the sales are on.
(I should say that we have no children, grandchildren or religious convictions, which might alter the case).
Maybe this sounds grumpy but the older I get the less I care what people think. So many people say 'oh Christmas is all so commercialised' and then go ahead and participate by spending a fortune they might not be able to afford, on people they might not like very much. Mad! I really think a gift should be something original and hopefully hand made, given with thought, and not necessarily expensive.
But I feel the least I can do is make our Christmas cards, to send to people we love, and then we will be off to our local pub on Christmas day, followed by a country walk and back home for lunch and the log fire.
Looking out of the window whilst taking the photo above, I found this seasonal visitor having a feast of fallen apples. She (or he?) is welcome to them at this time of year, but I hope she and her friends are back in the woods before I put my runner bean plants out in the spring- one year they munched their way through three successive plantings of them!
We don't 'do' Christmas in the usual sense in the Molebags household- we don't do stupid amounts of food shopping, or squeeze a massive turkey into the oven, or feel the need to join the crowds in the high street. We have an agreement with friends and family to refrain from present buying, and usually treat ourselves to our own gift after the madness is over and the sales are on.
(I should say that we have no children, grandchildren or religious convictions, which might alter the case).
Maybe this sounds grumpy but the older I get the less I care what people think. So many people say 'oh Christmas is all so commercialised' and then go ahead and participate by spending a fortune they might not be able to afford, on people they might not like very much. Mad! I really think a gift should be something original and hopefully hand made, given with thought, and not necessarily expensive.
But I feel the least I can do is make our Christmas cards, to send to people we love, and then we will be off to our local pub on Christmas day, followed by a country walk and back home for lunch and the log fire.
Looking out of the window whilst taking the photo above, I found this seasonal visitor having a feast of fallen apples. She (or he?) is welcome to them at this time of year, but I hope she and her friends are back in the woods before I put my runner bean plants out in the spring- one year they munched their way through three successive plantings of them!
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