‘Twas the Night Before…
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Christmas Eve has finally arrived at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815!
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Christmas Eve has finally arrived at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815!
And now with my wings firmly in place as the Crooked Hen, I’m engrossed in my own little world either in my crowded shed at the bottom of the garden or else nestled inside my garden studio with a cup of tea to hand…
With a pinch of shredded money suspended in resin, labelled in parchment and finished with old paper tied with silver wire – this little vial will add a perfect finishing touch to YOUR fantastical miniature world…
I profess that cooking is definitely NOT my forte and as I am oblivious to the designs of any kitchen – I would rather spend money on chocolate and books than on a cooking gadget.
Can I have a drum roll please?
For I am delighted to announce that the windows here in Piccadilly Terrace are FINALLY dressed!
Today is Armistice Day and I wind my way through my garden to the old corbel stone that is nestled among the shrubs and ferns and where my ‘Poppy Garden’ now waits…
After the celebration of All Hallows Eve, the first day of November is one for remembering the dearly departed with the festivals of the Mexican Day of the Dead and All Souls’ Day and with this in mind, I designed a unique teardrop tribute of flowers for display inside the design room of one of my favourite flower shops.
Tilly Simms hadn’t really enjoyed the celebrations of the festival of Día de los Muertos as she had been very troubled by the strange behaviour of a small furry cat who prowls his way through the sleepy hamlet of All Hallows…
At first Minnie B had been very excited to have received her special invitation to the party at Nicole’s House for this All Hallows Eve but as the day arrived and even with the promise of lots of delicious cake – she was not her usual happy self…
Yes, I am still here and I can guess the thoughts most uppermost in your mind right now as you read this!
An exclusive remedy freshly brewed from the ancient recipe book belonging to one Claire Eno…
As I looked around at the familiar sight of the huge fire with spit roast and bread oven – I felt as if I had shrunk and had actually wandered into the basement kitchen of Lord B’s abode!
As Byron was languishing inside the comfortable environs of 13 Piccadilly Terrace on a warm June – he was firing off an epistle to a literary pal and champion of liberal thought.
After the austerity of Lent, Easter ALWAYS calls for something a little special in the way of floral design and my plans for the 12th scale church in the Parish of St M’s one year were NO exception!
With the glorious celebration of Palm Sunday over, I returned to St M’s the following day known as Holy Monday AND it wasn’t long before I heard the patter of familiar mice feet…