The dreamy duvet cover dress

No button holes No hem!

This is my first ever tutorial!  But having been encouraged by my friend Charlotte I am testing the tutorial waters and sharing with you my dreamy duvet cover dress!  Guess what I made it out of!

If you want to read all of the long long long tutorial click on the "read more" thing underneath!

Lavender's blue dilly dilly

The lovely lavender is all of a bloom at the moment, and, anxious as I am to have little idyll smelling all purple, I am loath to cut it down.  The secondary reason being that in my vast jug collection I don't actually possess one that suits a large bouquet of lavender (problem that will be solved this summer, it is now my hunting objective in the brocantes) However, the more important consideration is, in fact, the insects, bees and creatures who are loving it.  And it looks lovely in the garden.  So when I finally reached for the scissors and headed for the herbatious border  (actually I am not sure if it is a herbatious border but I have always wanted to say that) and found this little fellow having the meal of his life, I swapped scissors for camera and happily snapped away while he continued his lunch.

 Lavender bags and bouquets will wait.

We go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong

The vet said "wait a month".  I did.  Sophie and Caramel have been able to touch noses only across the wire divide.  Sophie has been getting wet in the storms, and hot in the sun, with little shade and no shelter whatsoever.  Caramel has been hogging the barn and so finally I decided that this weekend he would learn to share.  

I took Caramel out of his pen and led him towards Sophie's field, he got increasingly excited as he realised that for the first time in seven years he was going to be allowed to live with another animal.  He thought he had reached paradise, he thought that all his dreams had come true, he couldn't believe his luck.  Sophie called to him, he strained to reach her, they touched noses, then Sophie kicked him in the teeth and chased him four times flat out round the field.  

Caramel has not really been a Derby donk but despite the unexpected exercise he wasn't going pass up the only chance he's ever had at meeting a female .However, after the third kick in the teeth he lowered his head, bowed to queen Sophie, and accepted that she was in charge.  She condescended  to sniff his ears and rub his neck.

The rules are now established, peace and harmony have been restored to little idyll, I have a dry pony and a donkey who, at the mature age of seven, has found his first herd.