city centre selling

modflowers: city centre sellingSo I have been a bit quiet on here of late.

But that’s mainly because I’ve been busy making things to sell, all fitted in around walking and generally sorting out our demanding and exercise-hungry hound, and I just haven’t had the time or inclination to do much in the way of blogging.

But I do have a bit of news to share.

I’m doing a spot of city centre selling – because I’ve got a new stockist!

modflowers: city centre sellingHandmade Nottingham is a lovely little emporium selling stuff by the best of Nottingham’s designer-makers.

And it’s right, slap-bang in the city centre.

modflowers: city centre sellingThe shop is right next door to the Malt Cross, Nottingham’s historic Music Hall. This picture is actually a bit out of date because they’ve just finished a lovely new refit.

And nestling next to the fresh paintwork and new fittings, amongst other treasures, you will now be able to buy my fairy mice…

modflowers: city centre sellingAnd my itty bitty kitties…

modflowers: city centre sellingAnd a few dolls too.

I’ll be dropping off some Christmas angels and other bits, just as soon as I get chance to make a few more.

In the meantime, if you get the chance, do pop in and have a look around.

You can find Handmade Nottingham at 16 St James’s Street, Nottingham NG1 6FG. The shop is open Tuesday to Saturday from 11am to 6pm, and Sundays from 11am – 4pm.

It’s a big thrill to be city centre selling at last. ♥


a dog never lies about love

modflowers: a dog never lies about loveThe mind of a dog is a mysterious thing.

Inviting a dog into your life necessitates trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to understand this mystery – to some extent, at least.

Last weekend we invited Lupin, a crossbreed rescue dog who was born on the streets of Romania, into our lives, and my week has been mostly taken up with dog psychology.

I had expected my time to be filled by walking, training and cleaning up after our new housemate, but I had not anticipated this constant puzzling out of motive, avid reading up on pack behaviour and necessary modification of my own demeanour to become pack leader.

It is both fascinating and wonderful.

modflowers: a dog never lies about loveSome things I have learned this week…

… there is something mind-blowingly amazing about sharing your life and your space with a living, thinking, feeling member of another species.

… such an arrangement demands a willingness to adapt – by both sides.

… a distressed dog, cooped up in an unfamiliar car with strangers, can produce a remarkable quantity of drool within the duration of a short journey.

… looking after a young dog is not unlike parenting a small, boisterous child. You have to mean what you say and give exuberant and exaggerated praise for good behaviour. You also must demonstrate the patience of a saint – including whilst sleep-deprived.

… rainwater from a bucket in the garden is the nectar of the gods, whilst clean water in a dog bowl is an entirely unappealing substance.

… just because a dog can learn things, doesn’t mean it will.

… if humans shed as many hairs per day as dogs we would all be bald within a week.

… cheap plastic dog toys are about as durable in use as wet tissue paper.

… a happy dog is a tired dog. And a tired dog makes for a happy owner.

… people who post endless photos of their dogs on social media are not unimaginative, they probably just don’t have time for taking pictures of anything much else.

I am happy to say that despite a lack of sleep due to early mornings and Lupin’s distress at bedtimes, we are all doing well in our process of adjustment. She has already mastered coming to our call, not freaking out in the car and not peeing or pooping in the house. These are considerable achievements.

And last night she took only fifteen minutes to settle at night, without any of her previous escape attempts or destruction.

All of this hasn’t left time for much else, so apologies to those who may have messaged, or whom I have neglected on social media this week. I expect things to settle down soon.

Needless to say, lad, having wanted a dog since he was but a pup himself, is overjoyed.

We are all, pretty much, in a state of new-found love.

Including, I think I can say from my observations, Lupin. ♥


the good, the bag and the ugly

modflowers: vintage trimsGood things come in a bag.

Think of sweets; think of Santa’s sack; think of crisps. (Except, that is, for the crisps my Nanna once offered me, which were in a paper bag that emerged after having spent some considerable time in her handbag. Those were not good at all.)

I always love a good rummage through a bag. Boxes are good too, but bags… well, they hide their contents better.

This can be annoying when you’re searching for your keys, but when you are rummaging amongst charity shop stock it is definitely A Good Thing.

It means there could be stuff hidden at the bottom of a bag that other, less committed rummagers are unlikely to have ferreted out before you got there.

My local charity shop, the one I have mentioned before, often leaves stuff in bags. Or, as in yesterday’s case, sometimes they put lots of little things into a bag together, I guess to make it worthwhile buying them.

I refrained from sorting through the contents of the small bag I bought from there yesterday whilst in the shop, because I could see at a cursory glance that it contained goodies more than worth the price tag.

That, and I’ve always been a bit of a one for the pleasures of delayed gratification.

modflowers: vintage trimsIt was worth the wait.

Tiny trims galore spilled out as I upended said bag on the table at home.

Little flowers, the sort you used to find on childhood undies…

modflowers: vintage trimsA skein of lace, still with it’s factory printed label (with the old pre-1995 Nottingham telephone dialling code) from the days when Nottingham still made lace…

modflowers: vintage trimsA length of nylon frill, which reminds me of the front of a shirt that my Dad wore to a “posh” do sometime in the mid-1970s…modflowers: vintage trimsMore little flowers…modflowers: vintage trimsmodflowers: vintage trimsAnd some lengths of brownish trims, of which this is the nicest…modflowers: vintage trimsYes, mixed bags are definitely A Good Thing.

But they don’t call them “mixed bags” for nothing.

There’s usually something in the mix you’d rather there wasn’t.

Nothing smelly, squishy, dead, dirty or disgusting in this case (thank heavens!)

But I’m not quite sure about this…

modflowers: the good, the bag and the uglyAnd here’s another thing I would not have chosen for it’s own sake…

modflowers: the good, the bag and the uglyThat jewel is very plasticky indeed. Perhaps it fell off a little girl’s fairy wand. I bet it originated in China.

So there it is: the good, the bag, and the ugly.

What’s the best – or worst – thing you’ve ever found lurking at the bottom of a bag? ♥