Life at pink's barn

I am finding it difficult to believe that my ‘Finder of Treasures’ venture is a year old

We had a marvellous time although we managed to get a bit lost in the big cities but without fail were rescued by kind Japanese people

Since discovering the joys of growing dahlias after a course with Sarah Raven over three years ago, I do not have a big enough garden!

I really like Easter – perhaps even more than Christmas!

I thought I knew most things about him but the day after our anniversary I asked Bill about the origins of ‘The Berkshire Pixie’

I’m sure a little Victorian girl could never have dreamed that her work would be held in such high regard and inspire so many projects today.

I was incensed and said, “I will start a Guild for people who count!” Within the week I had taken advice and started planning.

By 2am my stitching had French knots in abundance – the knots were either on the back of the fabric, halfway down the thread or had disappeared!

I opened the boxes and five enormous industrial bobbins presented themselves. I had simply no idea what to do with them.

I do feel when I hold this exquisite piece of antiquity that there must have been a powerful woman wearing it once upon a time.

It was difficult to keep my spirits up until the other morning when we woke to a good covering of snow.

In the past I have suggested that we could have a rather sophisticated tree with some sort of colour coordination. To say this has been met with derision is no exaggeration.

Catherine’s original sampler was worked over one thread of the fabric – equivalent to 45 stitches to the inch!

Over the last week, Bill and I have tidied up after the chaos. My reward was a visit to Hardy’s Cottage Garden Plants.