Flowers. Better than t-shirts?

I like making things out of other, old things. Like my quilt. I'm not a hoarder (although I know a few people who are... that's probably why I'm not) so for me to keep something it's got to be Practical or Attractive. Preferably both. It's a Life Policy.


Just recently I've been thinking about what I can do with old clothes. Obviously nice ones go to eBay, or get swished, and some go to charity shops. But it seems silly to spend lots of money buying fabric for crafty endeavours when there's generally a pile of it in my 'charity shop bag'.


Not surprisingly then, after my flowery fascinator, I've been making old t-shirts into flowers.

Here's the current t-shirt in question. I liked the colours and the softness of the fabric, but not so much the fit.

(Please excuse my expression and the grumpy ladies in the background. Clearly some sort of malaise in the air of Holland Park that day...)


And here's what it's become, so far:

I think they're probably going to end up as brooches, but I also have thoughts about headbands and belts. And maybe even figuring out how to attach them to stems so they can be in bunches with other ones.


Have a happy weekend! Mine is definitely not going to involve any grout this time round. I suspect there will be apples, though.

Apple Day(s)

This week, I have been mostly cooking with apples. Because my kitchen is full of them.

My friend A (he of the unseasonal cake) has an apple tree in his garden which has brought forth unquantifiable bounty. Unfortunately, this results in unquantifiable wasps which prevent them from going out their back door unless the apples are picked up and disposed of. 


They're cooking apples and really very sharp, so can't just be eaten willy-nilly.


Being a generous sort, I offered to take a load of them off their hands and see what I could do with them.


(Note: Apples are heavy. If you fill your backpack with them and try to cycle home, things can get a bit imbalanced.)


Lots of apples. Precariously balanced and tumbling all over the kitchen at a moment's notice.

So far I have made a massive jar of apple sauce, just by peeling, chopping and throwing them in the slow cooker for a few hours with a little bit of water and lemon juice. I didn't add any sugar or seasoning as I figured I could pop that in when I use it, if needed.


That cleared enough apples to be able to see the kitchen table.


I've also made a spiced apple cake, with a sticky honey glaze. This is a good one as it'll last a few days, if you happen to be feeling a bit full of appley products...

and two Dorset apple cakes. (I'm from Wiltshire, but it's close enough...)

I couldn't find my big baking tray (it later turned up lurking in the bottom of the oven) so made it in two round sandwich tins instead and it worked perfectly. Also made me think about making it into a sandwich cake with some sort of creme patisserie in the middle... 


The Dorset cake is possibly my favourite; sharp apple, light, vanilla-y sponge and a crunchy sugary topping.


I still have about the same number of apples to get through, so any more apple-recipe suggestions would be very welcome!


(Apple Day is actually a thing, and on October 21st. I'm just a wee bit ahead of the game.)

Weekend Snapshots

My weekend was mostly spent like this:

...getting increasingly covered in grout whilst trying to tile my bathroom floor. I have learnt that I am quite good at tiling, but really not at all good at snapping tiles to useful sizes. The flat is currently littered with tiny bits of tile as a constant reminder of my failure. 


Depressing. And I've still got grout stuck to my feet.


As endless bathroom-pictures are not very thrilling, instead I'll tell you about Deen City Farm which we walked to last weekend. It's just down the Wandle Trail, between Tooting and Merton, and where we met these rather disgruntled alpacas. They'd just been shorn and so were all knees and elbows, apart from their fluffy hairstyles!

Nick, holding alpaca food instead of fruit for a change.

The same walk also took us through Merton Abbey Mills, an arts and crafts market housed in an old water mill and workshops that were owned by William Morris and Liberty at various points in their history. There's still a working water mill which powers a potters wheel.

The DIY all got a bit much for us on Sunday, so we plotted an escape up to Balham for coffee, cake and a little peer round The Vintage Event  at the Balham Bowls Club. It was all very lovely, but I was feeling a bit too grubby and exhausted to have a proper look through the stalls. However, I felt suitably smug when we walked past a charity shop just after leaving and I spotted this vintage frock in the window, which is now mine for a mere £12.50.

Not sure it will go too well with grout-smeared legs though, so I'm saving it for a more sophisticated weekend...

Tea Towels. Better than CDs.

One of the chaps I work with is in a band. I'm pretty sure it's for the love of it rather than the money and fame, as he shows no sign of giving up his day job. This theory was backed up when he told me that, instead of having CDs to sell after their gigs, they wanted to offer tea-towels. They think, probably quite rightly, that no one really listens to the CDs they buy after a night out, but everyone uses tea-towels.


I liked this idea. (I liked it even more when he said they were also considering a line of home-made jam and mugs.)


Why am I telling you this? Well, they wanted someone to design said tea-towels and he asked me to have a go. They had quite a specific brief... line drawings of each member of the band in a grid sort-of format.


'Oh', I said. 'Like that Blur album?' He looked at me blankly. Blur had clearly been an influence, but it appears a subconscious one. So my design is vaguely Blur-inspired, but with a definite country slant.

And gosh, isn't it nerve-wracking to draw people based on a few photographs of them? I was pretty sure my pictures looked like the photos, but I had no way of knowing whether the photos really looked like the people!


Thankfully, they apparently do. There is further work to be done though... We're upping the 'country' with the addition of some cowboy hats and more text. Watch this space for the final design in the near future!

Rather British Meatballs

I fancied meatballs the other day. What's more, I fancied cheese stuffed meatballs. A quick google suggested they should be stuffed with mozzarella. That sounded great, but I didn't have any and I currently have a Grocery Policy which involves not going to the supermarket until there's nothing left in my cupboards except dry crackers and a shrivelled potato.


I did have some (rather old, in need of shaving) mature cheddar. So I decided to go with it.


In my mind, meatballs generally seem Italian. Or American. Or, of course, IKEA'n. Cheddar is none of these things. So I started thinking about British meatballs. 


(If you ask Wikipedia it suggests the only British meatball is the faggot. Now... I like faggots. But they're a very different kettle of fish. Or offal.)


Anyhoodle, due to the cheese being quite old and strong I felt they needed some fairly robust seasoning. So I embraced the Britishness and added Worcestershire sauce as well.


And they were good. Very good.

Rather British Meatballs


500g beef mince (could be replaced by pork, turkey or (probably) any other mince)
1 egg
3 tbsp breadcrumbs
1 small onion, chopped up as small as possible
1 tbsp Worcestershire sauce
Salt and pepper, to taste
Cheddar cheese, cut into 1cm cubes


This is really very easy... Put everything except the cheese into a nice big bowl and mix until it's combined, first with a spoon then with your hands.


Once it's mixed, form into small balls in the palm of your hand and poke a square of cheese into the middle. Squidge the meatball shut around the cheese so it shouldn't be able to melt out.

I made twelve, but that will obviously depend a bit on both the size of your hands and your cheese chunks.


Brown the meatballs quickly in a hot frying pan with a tiny bit of oil to stop them sticking. I like to serve mine with tomato sauce*, in which case I drop them into a pan of sauce and let them float about for fifteen minutes to make sure they're cooked right through. If you're serving them 'dry' make sure they're cooked before the come out of the frying pan!


*My tomato sauce is just softened onions/garlic, a tin of chopped tomatoes, can-full of water, tbsp of vegetable stock powder, grated carrot, and a pinch of sugar left to simmer in a pan for as long as everything else takes to cook.


Serve with pasta or, as I did, a strange colcannon-ish mix of potato and cabbage.

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Homes and Gardens: The Geffrye Museum

My mother doesn't often venture to London. She and her Gentleman Lover live in a yew-lined idyll in Rutland so why would they?!


This weekend was one of the rare occasions though, and to show them a good time we decided to take them to the Geffrye Museum. It's a 'museum of the home' and one of those fantastic places in London that are free but that no one ever seems to have heard of. Definitely worth a visit.

Housed in beautiful buildings that used to be almshouses, it's a series of 'living rooms' set up as they would have been at different points between 1600 and the present day. Each one includes lots of information about how people would have lived and used the different spaces of their homes.

Contrasting patterns

Elaborate wallpaper

There's also a garden set up in the same way, with different sections inspired by periods from the past.

Grapes in the herb garden

Trimmed hedges (which I thought looked like a big caterpillar)

On certain dates through the year they also do tours of one of the almshouse, which has been restored as it would have looked in the 1780s and 1880s. I think this was my favourite bit... you see almshouse all over London, and throughout the country, and I've always wondered what they look like inside and what it's like to live in one.

I made a pan bagnat (from this recipe) to take as a picnic. I hadn't made one before but it's a useful idea: a loaf hollowed out, stuffed with vegetables and cheese, and then pressed. Perfect portable food as you can make it, slice it, wrap it in cling film and then chuck it in a bag and it's pretty indestructible. It doesn't really matter even if it does get a bit squished!

Picnic modelled by mother

Today's other news: my sunflowers have buds, London isn't entirely filled with thieves and vandals, and this blog is definitely worth a read for a bit of light relief.

Flowery Fascinator (also featuring Colours from My House)

My little sister is at a wedding today, and was struggling on the hat-front. Obviously, I like hats a lot so I immediately offered to help her out. (I even get excited about hats for other people.)

Her frock was a sort of 60s affair, in black, white and mustard yellow, so I decided a big pop-artish flower (based on my recent flower-making workshop) would work. Add a bit of veiling to wedding it up, fix the whole shebang onto a headband and it would be quite the thing.

I was pretty pleased with the final piece, even though it proved that I'm quite incapable of taking not-rubbish pictures of my own head. All of them seem to be mostly the colour of the thing behind them.

So yes, I have aubergine curtains in my sitting room...

And my hallway is very yellow...

(bonus bike in the background!)

I think I'm better at hats than photography.

(And I'm not actually jaundiced...)

In other news, the lovely SW Craft Club mentioned me as their blog of the week via facebook! Greetings if you've found me following their link.

And in other other news, I'm going to be playing around with the layout and hopefully adding a little more content (an About Me page, for starters) in the next few days. All and any comments welcome!