Sunday 23rd September

Putting away clothes in my daughter’s wardrobe I came across her Christening gown. It made me think about the importance of family.

My Mum made my daughter’s dress. It’s made from material left over from my sister’s wedding dress and is lined with material from my own wedding dress.

I remember when we bought the material. Mum had an Indian friend she worked with who took us to Southall market. What a wonderful, vibrant place that was. We were able to buy the material for my sister’s dress and a beautiful red velvet material for my Bridesmaid’s dress. I loved that dress. It was based on a renaissance style, tightly fitted bodice and large sleeves.

There was some red velvet left and with it Mum made my son a lovely waistcoat for the christening.

My daughter’s dress and son’s waistcoat are now kept safe to be handed down within the family.

One day I may be attending my own grandchild’s christening and out will come the dress and waistcoat and we’ll reminisce about the first christening, how the material was bought and how my Mum put her heart and soul into making that dress.

Saturday 22nd September

A day when I was extremely organised. Not only did I go for a run, supervise 7 yo homework, get haircut, prepared casserole, made lunch, went to garden centre but I also made a rather scrummy bread pudding.

Now I love bread pudding. It takes me back to growing up in the 70’s. You don’t really see recipes for it these days. But, a few years ago I managed to find one on-line. It’s a wartime recipe and always comes out well. Now my house smells of mixed spice…..aaahhhhhhh

Wednesday 19th September

I love this time of year and I particularly love conkers. I love their prickly shells and the beauty of the shiny brown conker within. My 10yo loves to collect them. He keeps them in his school bag where they tend to fester for the next 12 months lol.

It reminded me of the time that I was cooking with Lydia and how I nearly poisoned the family.

I used to use a whizzy gadget to chop up onions. Lydia loves to help in the kitchen. At the age of 3 she would stand on her stool by my side. It was conker season and she had found a baby conker! I was making spaghetti and chopping up onions in super whizzy gadget. I turned to get something, then did some more whizzing. Unfortunately things looked a bit green with brown bits! Light gradually dawned…..

Me: Lydia what have you done with baby Conker?

Lydia: I put him in the whizzy thing Mummy…….

Arrrrraaggggggghhhhh

Sunday 16th September

Lovely afternoon spent blackberry picking in the warmth of the Autumn sunshine. Managed to avoid getting stung by the nettles. Have picked enough to make some lovely crumbles during the winter.

Reminds me of how we used to go blackberry picking on Epsom common 40 years ago. The smell of jam and bramble jelly cooking on the stove used to fill the house. In the garden we used to have 3 or 4 apple trees as well as pear trees. I remember Dad storing the apples in drawers in the brick shed with paper in between to stop them rotting. I never know which is my favourite season but Autumn is certainly a special time of year.

Saturday 15th September

I have always had a passion for pretty underwear even as a young girl in my teens. My chest of drawers would be stuffed to the gunnels with knickers, bras, teddies, suspenders. You name it…I probably had it.

Then I had my two children and afterwards I threw most of it away. My body had changed….I had changed…most of it didn’t fit any more. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror.

Gradually my interest has returned, but it’s taken a different path….a more interesting one I think. I am absolutely in love with vintage. Etsy and eBay have been real eye openers. I have underwear pieces now from the Edwardian period, the 40’s and also the 50’s.

I can quite understand why women of the 50’s wore a panty girdle. If you’ve had kids you’ll know why lol.

It’s bit of history for me and yes some of the pieces that I’ve bought I have actually worn. I think they have a little bit of sauciness about them (or perhaps it’s the person who’s wearing them lol). You can’t help but feel very feminine and a bit flirty once you’ve squeezed yourself into your panty girdle and net petticoat lol…..