It's been nearly two and a half years since I first started writing this little blog. At that time, I had no idea about the great big blogosphere, I only followed about three blogs (two belonging to people I know) and I was yet to discover the vast and friendly network of lovely ladies who write and share and open up little bits of their lives for others to peek at. Since my first post, I've crafted and created and thrifted and sewn. And I've grown a whole baby who is now a ginormous 18months old. With his arrival came another blog - Albert and the Lion.
Thank you for reading my little notes into the ether these last couple of years - it's very humbling to think that anybody was interested in them. And I'd be delighted if you'd like to join me over on Albert and the Lion if you fancy it (there's a little giveaway there at the moment). I won't be offended if not, but that's where my sewing machine and I will be.
Much love, Mrs Biddle x
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Yesterday evening, on a balmy late summer evening, we headed up to the Royal Victoria Park in Bath for not one but two enchanting events. We got there just as four hot air balloons were being lifted into the sky, and stood mesmerised as the latter two filled with air and floated off.
Next to the balloons was Carters Steam Fair and it was such a feast of colour and magic for the eyes that you'll have to excuse the overload of photos in the rest of this post. The numerous vintage attractions had been beautifully restored by the Carter family and we ran around the park exclaiming with delight whilst being serenaded by Johnny Cash and other musical favourites from the 50s and 60s. We made a pledge to make this an annual Biddle family trip and can't wait until little B is old enough to enjoy the rides instead of bawling his eyes out round the little train like he did last night.
Saturday, 18 August 2012
After a perfect day hanging out with my boys, we spotted six hot air balloons during our walk back from the park this evening. Aren't hot air balloons a magical form of transport? So silent and stealthy, suddenly appearing large in the sky with their roar of fire. And today, I happened to be wearing a matching necklace too. Happy weekend dear readers.
Saturday, 4 August 2012
With my gorgeous sister here to stay for a few days, we finally took a trip to explore Lacock Abbey in Wiltshire earlier this week. It was a gorgeous house - higgledy piggledy from many generations adding on bits and taking other bits away. The cloisters were a perfect location for Little B to put his walking skills into action and get some proper wear out of his little shoes. He looks so much older in them. And us Biddles finally embraced the onset of middle age and purchased National Trust membership which we've been umming and ahhing about for yonks! Bring on the blue rinse.
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Okay, I was wrong. I'll hold my hands up and admit it. Seven years ago when it was announced that London had won the Olympic bid I couldn't have been less interested. The thought of all that money being ploughed into sport, which I strongly dislike, and into an event in London when we've got so many other amazing cities in Great Britain. Since the announcement, with the recession and especially all the cuts to arts budgets - a sector I work and believe passionately in - well, like many I've been having a little grumble about it all. But then on Friday night, I sat down and watched the Opening Ceremony and I honestly haven't ever felt prouder to be British.
I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all weekend. I feel like I'm seven again and obsessed with the musical Annie. We've watched it through twice now and I keep having images, stories and sounds from it flash up in my brain. And as someone who works in theatre, I can't stop thinking about the logistics as well. How on earth do you bring together thousands of volunteer performers, technical equipment and hours worth of performance and make something so moving, laugh-out-loud funny, and thought provoking?
I've been trying to work out what it was that made me love the ceremony so much. There were so many elements I enjoyed and it wasn't all perfect. I think it's two things. Firstly, I loved how it celebrated the individual. The Britain I love is a place where we rejoice in the diverse and the eccentric, where everyone has freedom of speech and expression. Secondly, I loved that where I had dismissed The Games as being about sport, it has instead reinforced the fact that culture is still one of things we do best as a nation. We might not be great at winning medals but we tell good stories, be they through dance or sculpture or architecture or song, and through these stories we entertain and move and inspire and challenge. That Opening Ceremony was like a big two fingers stuck up to a government who has drastically cut arts spending. Danny Boyle, I salute you.
And for a photo ... we had a couple of friends round to watch the ceremony so here's the pavlova I made for everyone to munch on whilst all the teams paraded past.
Did you watch the ceremony? What did you think?
Sunday, 15 July 2012
My talented sister - she of the hand screen prints, personalised baby plates and wedding stationary - is having a fabulous giveaway to celebrate being featured in the Guardian on Saturday. Click here to find out how to enter and possibly win a fabulous print of your choice. Pass it on x
Saturday, 30 June 2012
Our dear friends, the Entwistle-Jones, have moved from Bath (boo) to the most gorgeous town house in Bristol (yay). Spread over four floors, it has wooden floors and quirky charm aplenty, stunning views across Bristol, and they've already stamped their chic, vintage-inspired taste all over it. And soon they'll have a little one of their very own to crawl around and use all those stairs for climbing practice. As a house warming, I made them a couple of my old faithful cushions. Mrs E-J is a big fan of the colour peach so I chose this awesome Kokka alarm clock print (from The Makery Emporium) and some vintage tapestry ribbon as the basis for the cushions. I think there's enough minty green in there so they aren't too overly girly for Mr E-J.