Follow Your Bliss

Follow Your Bliss

"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose". Eccl 3.1

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

A Father's Gift

Today 2nd July,  is my Father’s 23rd anniversary.  My big, strong, wonderful father whose presence filled a room and who made his eight children, feel secure both emotionally and physically.  He was always there for us. He taught his daughters to insist on being treated well by their boyfriends and husbands. He protected and valued us and in return we valued ourselves. He treated all girls and women with respect, particularly my Mother.

My first love was my Father. I believe that he taught me to value myself and he always made me feel very secure. I also had loving and kind relationships with my brothers. I have always felt and continue to feel psychologically, emotionally and physically strong, and I attribute this to my Father. 

Many years ago, following my usual Christmas performance of O Holy Night at the Christmas party, a male colleague out of the blue, asked me “where did I get my confidence”.  Without thinking, I said my Father. I surprised myself with the answer, as I had never thought about it before. 

So a very very belated thank you Daddy, for the special gift you gave me, a gift I didn't realise I had, until you were gone.   We all still love and miss your guiding light every day.

Your loving daughter. 


Siobhán Ní Shúilleabháin





Saturday, 22 June 2013

♫June is bustin out all over♫

Mid-Summer

I love the song ♫June is bustin out all over♫ from Rogers and Hammerstein’s Carousel.  Each year the melody comes into my mind, as I hope that June will do just that.   Well this year it did – thank God for the sunshine, the heat and the well-being that the glorious weather gave to everyone.



The longest day was yesterday.  We still have the rest of the Summer to enjoy. Meals in the garden, family gatherings, barbeques, picnics, walks on the beach or parks, or just sit in the garden and enjoy the day, if and when you have the time.   Being rather than doing, in this very busy world we live in.  Maybe that is what Summer is all about, slowing down.  So let's "stop and smell the roses".  Be present - as our Parish priest occasionally reminds us "the present is a gift that is why it is called the Present".   

I vowed this year, that I would focus on being present and enjoying every day, particularly today.  I do not want to waste a single moment thinking about tomorrow.  Enjoy whatever we are doing now.  The nice weather is here now, so let’s just enjoy the moment and forget about whether it will change in the afternoon, tonight or tomorrow.  It’s Summer and ♫June is STILL bustin out all over♫ in one way or another.  

Mid-Summer Meadow

I decided to make new Iphone and tissue holders
to match the sunny weather for the Summer.
These are made from Cath Kidston Provence Rose material.


This is my second tissue holder, as the first one I made (identical to this one)
was stolen while I was paying for something in a shop, I left it down for a second.
I hope whoever  took it - is pleased with it!!












Thursday, 13 June 2013

A week in Provence

My husband and I are just back from a wonderful week in Provence in the South of France.
We stayed in the town of Aix en Provence and in a little town in the Luberon region called Apt.  Aix en Provence is a beautiful French university town alive with vibrant young people and a fantastic atmosphere. It is home of the fabulous painter Paul Cezanne and a place that would inspire you to paint.   There are wonderful restaurants, cafes and bars.   There is a market on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.   You can get everything imaginable at these markets.  
The food market with fresh vegetables and fruit.
The flower market has the most beautiful flowers
Beautiful pink peony roses.
Cours Mirabeau is the main street and a wonderful one at that.  A wide open tree lined street, with shops and lovely restaurants and cafes.  It’s a lovely place to just sit sipping your drink and watch all different types of people pass by.  There is a fantastic Fountain in the centre of Aix en Provence, in fact there are lots of lovely fountains in Aix.
Petits sacs de lavande

Beautiful Savon de Marsailles


The Tuesday market on Cours Mirabeau has stalls of beautiful things like Savon de Marsailles, nougat, baskets, lavender, rugs, provençal tablewear, textiles, clothes, bags, jewellery, quilts, rugs.  There was so many lovely stalls.   I bought some fabric, soap and a few little bags of lavender for my sewing room to keep the moths away from my fabric, something my Father always insisted upon.  We used to make them with nylon stockings filled with lavender.  The aroma of soap and lavender in my luggage and hotel room was really lovely.  I also bought some fabric at the Tuesday market – very nice for a provençal quilt I intend making.


Provencal fabric
I also bought a little French boutis (quilt) for our picnics, when we got home the weather in Dublin was glorious and we had a lovely picnic in our local park, using our little Provençal boutis. 
That's Lulu on the little french boutis, after her walk, on the most beautiful day so far this year. 
The shops in Aix are gorgeous, some with very unusual beautiful clothes – Souleiado was my favourite, a beautiful shop with clothes and accessories from Provence.  There is also a Souleiado museum and factory where they make the beautiful printed cotton fabrics of Provence.  Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to visit Souleiado, but there is always next time. 

Our best meal in Aix en Provence was at a beautiful restaurant called Lavault.  The menu and wines were excellent and the food was delicious.  There are about six starters, main courses and deserts (if memory serves me).  I had the fois gras starter which was delicious as was my main course rack of lamb. My husband had the St Jacques starter and also had the rack of lamb, which was truly scrumptious.  My husband had a lovely wine with his meal.  I don’t usually drink, but when offered an aperitif I choose a Martini which was perfect before dinner.   I would highly recommend a visit.  Natalie and Fred who own the restaurant have a warm, comfortable, beautifully decorated restaurant with white table cloths and a formal setting.  They renovated and restored this restaurant which exudes style and taste, while also keeping and enhancing some of the original features of the charming residence.

Our table was on the ground level, as downstairs was booked out.   The downstairs (Natalie very kindly showed us around a little) was also lovely with it's original very French tomettes floor (hexagon shap terra cotta tiles).  Natalie and her staff were courteous, attentive and friendly and we spent a very pleasant and satisfying evening at Lavault. Booking is essential, as we returned on the Saturday for lunch, but the restaurant was fully booked.

On a day trip to Cassis, a beautiful seaside town, I found a beautiful fabric shop which sold Les Olivades fabric. Again les Olivades fabric is traditional provençal fabric and the factory is also worth visiting, so I’m told. 


I treated myself to these, aren’t they lovely.  I’m not sure what to make with them yet, I just love looking at them, they are so gorgeous.

Avignon

♫Sur le pont d'Avignon, On y danse, On y danse, Sur le pont d'Avignon, On y danse tout en rond♫.

We visited Avignon and I spent the day singing this little tune, I didn't even know I knew it.  In fact, I couldn't get it out of my mind for the entire holiday.  I'll probably be singing it for the next week!!

The Bridge in Avignon
What a beautiful place Avignon is.  We visited the the Palais des Papes, the Bridge of Avignon and the Cathedral.  The Palais de Papes is magnificent and the history of the palace in the 14th century which was home to the popes before Rome is fascinating and very interesting.  They even had safes in the ground to store the money and jewels, because in simple terms, they didn't trust the banks of the day!!  It is a beautiful palace, a wonderful tour and well worth taking.
Palais de Papes
The Cathedral

The view from the Palais de Papes of
Le Banque de France at the Hotel de Calvet de la Palun and the Opera Theatre.
After the Palais de Papes you make your way out on to a beautiful wide street with a Carousel and lovely cafes for your Moules (mussels) and french fries, they are so nice.  The only thing I really missed, was my cup tea, as it is not a popular drink in France.  They don't boil the water or scald the teapot and the teabags are so weak!!  I did bring my own teabags, but the water isn't boiled,  it is so wishy washy, all you tea drinker will know what I mean.  It didn't allow it spoil my holiday, when in France and all that!!




While in Provence we travelled to the Luberon region which is about one hours drive from Aix.  We stayed in a town called Apt at La Madone.  The Luberon is a beautiful region in France.  We were a little too early to see the beautiful colour in the fields, but it was still a peaceful and beautiful place to be on holidays.  The poppy fields were just beginning to bloom and in another few weeks the majestic colours of the poppies and the lavender will be breathtakingly beautiful.  We have seen the fields of sunflowers in August and they are magnificent when in bloom. 

We stayed in the Baroque Apartment and really enjoyed our stay.  The apartment has a beautiful interior.  It is very French with antiques, vintage linens and beautiful chandeliers. We had use of the lovely garden and swimming pool, the pool seen here was like a Roman bath and the garden had the most beautiful climbing pink roses on the gate going out to the pool. 
The beautiful swimming pool at La Madone

The garden gate draped with beautiful pink roses
Each morning Nathalie the owner left a baguette, croissant and pain au chocolate in a lovely white cotton bag outside our apartment door.  This was a very nice touch.  The town of Apt has lovely little streets and shops to explore.  

We really enjoyed going to the brocante and markets in other towns and even during our short stay managed to find a few little vintage treasures to take home with us at the antique market, Sunday morning in the town of  I’isle sur la Sorgue, well worth a visit.  The town has lovely restaurants and wonderful antique shops.  I wish we'd had more time there.  Here are the items I bought at the market in I'isle sur la Sorgue.
A pair of brass wall bracket lights.
A gorgeous Limoges plate

A lovely china decanter

We really enjoyed our french holiday and loved the apartments and antiques we saw. Seeing again the rustic interiors, antique crystal chandeliers, vintage chairs with straw seats, blackboards, bird cages, wrought iron day beds and furniture, linen tea towels, antique glassware and dishes.  Curtains instead of cabinet doors in the kitchen and glass cupboards instead of fitted kitchens. 

The kitchen in the Baroque Apartment
The sitting room

Our very comfortable and beautiful bed 
While in Provence we saw lots of toile de jouy, crafts, patchwork quilts, quilted cushions and handmade bags.  They were all so pleasing and invoked memories of bygone days, items that had been discarded long ago, but were once again being sought, valued and enjoyed.  My Mother used to always say "keep a thing long enough and it will come back into fashion". How right she was.

We shall return to beautiful Provence in the near future, I hope.  In the meantime,  I will seek a nice design for my provençal quilt to keep the memories alive.

À bientôt

S.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Beautiful Spring flowers blooming at present.


"Beauty is truth, Truth beauty,- that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."  John Keats
Bluebells, Cowslips and Primroses
- remind me so much of my childhood.

Their beauty is breathtaking.
They still delight me at this time every year.

My sister-in-law brought me some wild Wexford primroses from her lovely garden, which I will call Sandra's primroses -  I will plant them in a special place where they can bloom each year.  I picked a few to bring indoors, as I just love looking at them.   Thank you again Sandra.

Spring always makes me want to change things around the house. Hence my chair (given to me by my Mother-in-law when we were first married, which I love). The cream was the second re-upholstering I had done, about ten years ago.  The first was gold dupion back in the 1980's.  I also like to change it in Spring in readiness for Summer to my loose cover made from lovely Annibelle Rose Laura Ashley material.  It brings Summer into the house.



Happy Spring.

S.




Log Cabin fever and pretty little houses

These are the first two block for my black and gold log cabin throw .

I decided to make a new Iphone  case late last night.  This one is made from scraps I had . The gold and  maroon materials look nice together . 

My daughter Audrey bought me Helen Phillips beautiful book for Mother's Day.   So to honour her  (she also bought me the beautiful fabric - Lecian flower sugar)  I decided to make a cushion cover for her bedroom.   What a joy it was to make.  I need to finish it now with a back, a zip and a filler.   I think it's so pretty. 




This is the cover of the beautiful Helen Phillips book.  I also made some of  her darling little houses - I call them my fairytale houses


These are the fairytale houses I made for my daughter, so gorgeous, just like her. 

Wise words for Girls from Catherine Marshall.


''When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves.''          Viktor E. Frankl 


I happened to watch a 1955 film recently, called A Man Called Peter (1955 Henry Koster Film). and I have to share with you the following transcript which is from the movie.  It was adapted from a book by Catherine Marshall by the same name. Catherine was the wife of the late great preacher, Dr. Peter Marshall.

The transcript below is directly from the movie. Catherine was a college student. She and several other college students (one man and three women) were asked to accompany Dr. Peter Marshall to speak at a college event about their Christian faith and values. Dr. Marshall gives his opening address and is “booed” into silence. 

He asks the first young lady to come up to speak. She sees the hostile crowd, gets scared and runs off. The male football player is also unwilling to stand before his fellow students and endure possible ridicule. 

Dr. Marshall is about to call off the event, when Catherine speaks up and volunteers to say something to the rowdy crowd.

Dr. Marshall introduces Catherine. She climbs up onto the makeshift stage (the back of a pickup truck). She’s very pretty, so there is a lot of  whistling, clapping and accolade for her femininity from the men in the audience.     This is the speech she gave in the movie:


If that’s because I’m a girl, thank you boys.  And now, if you’ll let me, I’d like to talk, as a girl, to the girls here this afternoon.  I know if you boys will listen, they’ll listen too. I’m just as sure that the only reason they’ve been just as rude and silly as you’ve been, is because they have the mistaken idea that you wanted them to be.


I never thought much about being a girl until two years ago, when I learned from a man what a wonderful thing it is to be a woman. Until that Sunday morning, I considered myself lucky to be living in the 20th century; the century of progress and emancipation; the century when, supposedly, we women came into our own. But I’d forgotten that the emancipation of women really began with Christianity.


A very young girl received the greatest honour in history. She was chosen to be the mother of the saviour of the world. And when her son grew up and began to teach his way of life, he ushered women into a new place in human relations. He accorded her a dignity she had never known before and crowned her with such glory that down through the ages she was revered, protected and loved.  Men wanted to think of her as different from themselves, better, made of finer, more delicate clay. It remained for the 20th century, the century of progress, to pull her down from her throne.

She wanted equality. For 1900 years, she had not been equal.  She had been superior [emphasis hers]. 

To stand equally with men, naturally she had to step down. Now, being equal with men, she has won all their rights and privileges; the right to get drunk, the right to swear, the right to smoke, the right to work like a man, to think like a man, to act like a man.  We’ve won all this, but ought we to feel so triumphant when men no longer feel as romantic about us as they did about our grandmothers; when we’ve lost something sweet and mysterious; something as hard to describe as the haunting, wistful fragrance of violets?

Of course, these aren’t my original thoughts. They are the thoughts I heard that Sunday morning.  But somehow, some thoughts of my own were born and the conclusion reached that somewhere along the line, we women got off the track.


Poets have become immortal by remembering on paper a girl’s smile.  But I’ve never read a poem rhapsodizing over a girl’s giggles at a smutty joke or I’ve never heard a man brag that his sweet heart or his wife could drink just as much as he and become just as intoxicated.    I’ve never heard a man say that a girl’s mouth was prettier with a cigarette hanging out of it or that her hair smelled divinely of stale tobacco.


[applause]

And that’s all I have to say. I’ve never made a speech before.


[end of transcription]  * Catherine became Dr Peter Marshall wife. 
                                                                                                                   

Since the Women’s Liberation Movement, women work longer and harder than any group of women before them in history, including women who used to work long hours in fields to help support their families. If they’re married and/or have a family and work outside the home, they typically have two jobs – what they do to earn money and the work they do to keep their homes and families going.

When asked if they are satisfied with their lives, women today say, to a greater degree than 100 years ago, that they are unhappy or very unhappy with their lives.

Crimes against women and children are greater than any other time in history.
Infanticide (and it's other name, abortion) are common.

Families are disintegrating and fracturing so much so that any concept of a normal family life (as that term has been accepted for 2,000 plus years or more) is alien to many men, women and children today.

People, in general, are treated and treat each other more as commodities to be used, abused or discarded than as beautiful creations in God's own image.

These are just a few of the facts. There are many, many more


Inspired by a Spoiled to bits West Highland Terrier



Happy Birthday Lulu - my daughter's adored Westie who is very lovable, playful  and loves people and other animals.
Her presence is delightful and her welcome is so joyous it is the best feeling in the world.  We love you Lulu Guinness, her full name after my daughter's large collection of Lulu Guinness handbags.

Westies are very loving and lovable, but won't stay still and cuddle up on your lap for too long.  They are terriers after all!!

I just had to make some little dogs :



Liberty print dog made for my Sister who loves Liberty of London. 

This little dog is inspired from Sally our wired haired fox terrier when I was child.
My Auntie Hannah bred wired haired fox terriers back then.
I then made an Airdale Terrier for my Mother-in-Law to remember Gussie
my Father-in-Law's Airdale from the 1970's.

Airdale Terrier

The pattern  for the above terriers is from the
Cath Kidston book Sew!   Thank you Cath.   
As you can see I'm mad about dogs - particularly terriers. 
The pattern for these two little beauties
 and the Christmas Westie below, came from Mandy Shaw from Dandelion Designs,
 a wonderfully talented lady I met at the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham.
I have a few of Mandy's gorgeous books and patterns.  Thank  you Mandy.