Hello April! The month of hot cross buns for breakfast (smothered in far too much butter), Mother's Day and celebrating Easter. I decided to name this post 'Nana' as everything I wanted to write seemed to link back to her this week, and she is also a bit of a hero in my eyes.
Impeccably dressed, she gardens in her high heels, makes the finest bakewell tart in the land and conjures up delicious afternoon teas by the fire in the blink of an eye. We grew up toasting bread on the log fire, picking and eating cherries from the tree in her garden and cooking fry ups on Cornish holidays on the doorstep on a camp fire. Ask me my perfect Sunday afternoon and it will involve her garden, a blanket on the grass and her infamous Pimms (she swears on her life Pimms isn't alcoholic and serves it eyewateringly strong - there is no correcting her, believe me we have tried...)
I often find it hard to complete my own projects when I have lots else going on, but on Sunday I made myself sit down and finish painting, sanding and waxing my vintage sewing box, - the perfect Christmas present from my Nana. I decided on my favourite colour and painted the inside and out chalky pink, and sanded down the edges to give that timeworn look. Having lined the compartments with floral wallpaper offcuts, my box is now full to the brim of threads, trims and buttons, and ready for the mountain of sewing I still have to do!
I better get my breton stripes on...