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Golders Green Crematorium in Spring

Photo 06-05-2013 11 43 51I’m sitting here thinking, and drinking tea and wondering. I can’t decide how candid to be on here. It was initially supposed to be about vintage fabric and what I make etc but I don’t seem to be able to stick to just that at all.

Photo 06-05-2013 11 44 24I love taking photos of flowers ( I was a florist for 10 years) and all sorts of things and I want to be able to blog about slightly more personal things too but I need to be careful, very careful.

Photo 06-05-2013 11 56 10I’m a very open person and could easily let this blog become a den of intrigue, love, hate, death, divorce, depression, betrayal and debauchery !! (no debauchery really, I made that up). But I won’t. I mustn’t.  I’d regret it. Maybe I should have another blog too but it would need to be under a made up name.  It’s tempting I tell you.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 01 28That still doesn’t help me to decide what to do about this post. I’ve nothing to hide but……right, I’ve decided to keep it very vague, for now. It feels right…..I couldn’t choose between these two duck pics as I liked them both.

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Suffice to say that for the past 9 years at the beginning of every May,  we go with friends to Golders Green Crematorium in North London to ‘see’ two very close relatives, one of whom died very prematurely  of breast cancer.

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It’s an amazing place. A sort of  huge well kept park full of trees and plants with thousands of little name plaques in the ground by the trees and shrubs that have been planted/paid for by the relatives. I’ve never been to another crem so I don’t know what others are like in comparison.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 02 56It’s a beautiful place with lots of history, my grandfather’s somewhere there as are lots of famous people such as Spike Milligan, Marc Bolan and so many more. I went there the day after Marc Bolan was cremated to see the flowers and there was a huge white swan (after his album) all made of flowers and lots of Gothy fans. I was a fan too. Loved him.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 02 46I wanted to stay longer and take more photos of the more poignant plaques etc but it didn’t seem appropriate and would have meant the others waiting for me. Maybe I’ll go by myself sometime and do it. Maybe in the Summer, I never go in the Summer.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 10 39We amble along slowly, chatting, laughing. Although it’s sad it’s far from morbid and the trees and flowers are so breathtaking that our sad/bad memories are readily distracted.  My friend remarked how it’s now quite a long time since we lost our “person”. For me that makes it much worse. While her passing was still quite recent I felt she was still close, still near, could hear us chatting and I sometimes imagined her uncouth and irreverent   responses to us which made me smile. Now that eight years have unbelievably gone by she seems much further away, left far behind, truly gone. I’ve got to stop this now as I’m shedding quiet tears and my kids have just come in. I’d love to go on though. S**t. Oh well.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 16 12At the far end is a little pond where we sit on benches or on the grass and eat biscuits and strawberries and feed the birds and squirrels which are very tame. It’s paradise actually like a secret garden. I love ponds so I’m in my element. There are MASSIVE fish which we feed too.

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The gold and white ones are fine but the huge brown ones which lurk in the shadows are quite eerie, (there’s one underneath this gold one) and I automatically get the creepy “Jaws” music in my head. They normally fight for our food but they weren’t impressed with my hastily grabbed stale rice crackers this year. Don’t blame them.

Photo 06-05-2013 12 07 20It’s the sort of place where you could happily spend hours on a nice day, sitting, reading, thinking thoughts you wouldn’t normally make time to think, with your face in the sun and ducks at your feet. There’s a tiny cafe in the car park which hasn’t changed since time began and is very dated. It has kit kats and iced buns I think.  Should have gone there, don’t know why we didn’t.  Photo 06-05-2013 12 06 40So after a while we start heading back and we always say we should go more often to see the trees and flowers at different times of year, but we never do.

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My next blog post will be chirpy as chirpy can be :):):) xxx

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Happy Kitsch and colourful Easter

Easter rabbits 001Poor mummy chick forgot to change the clocks forward and she overslept so she’s an hour behind and no time to do her hair.

Easter rabbits 002My kids think I’ve totally lost the plot ! Do I care ? No I don’t 🙂

Easter rabbits 003In fact one of my boys is sitting in the front room with his football shirt on watching a game shouting at the top of his lungs every time the ball goes near the net. God knows what the neighbours think.

Easter rabbits 004The other son has just this second phoned me to say he’s on the train and can I fetch him in ten minutes…. errr no I can’t. He seems to think that I sit here with my car keys in my hand all day and night happily waiting for his call. I don’t. He’s 21 !!!!!!!!!!!!

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My pictures, Book launch, Easter 007and now I feel like this     Ahhhhhhhh. Happy Easter everyone. Off I go to the station.

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Colourful bowls of vintage flowers.

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I’ve been making some flower collages which I absolutely love doing. bowl of flowers 007

I was a florist for about 10 years during the eighties  in our family business which was a Dutch/continental flower shop in London so I’m no stranger to flower arranging.

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I’ve always loved hot, strong clashing colours and where as most of our customers preferred the safety of  elegant white bouquets  and arrangements, when they saw the wonderful, vibrant clashes of carefully selected orange, pink and red flowers flown in straight from the growers in Holland, they  gradually loved  those colour combinations too.

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This fabric is from the thirties and forties and I cut out the flowers by hand. It’s much warmer than working in a busy flower shop and I don’t get rose thorns in my hands.

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These pictures can be found in my on line shop http://www.etsy.com/shop/NickyGrace

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My little haven

This is where I walk my dog most days.  It’s a sweet little park that most people don’t know about because it’s tucked out of the way.

It’s sort of wild and windswept and high up and I love it. It’s a quiet little oasis just 2 minutes drive away with easy parking which in London is very precious.

Every Spring a new pair of geese raise a family on the little pond. There were eight goslings this year and they all survived. It was a few short weeks before the eight tiny balls of downy fluff became strong and independent and it was a joy to watch their progress every day for a few minutes. Sometimes they were all closely tucked up tightly down the side of the bank  protected from the wind with the parents keeping a beady eye out for danger and if felt threatened they quickly all jumped in the water.

Those geese are the most amazing parents. Fiercely protective and guarding their beloved offspring every waking minute.  Eventually the babies were independent enough to fly away one by one every couple of days and I wondered if the parents were sad…..I was.

The poor old ducks by contrast all seemed to be one parent families and it looked much harder lonelier work. There’s also a lone turtle who live in the pond. You see it sunning itself on hot summer days and it’s lived there for years. I didn’t see it this year though. I don’t go when the sun is high as it’s too hot for the dog to run.

This blackberry was eaten after having it’s pic taken. I love blackberries and the feeling of pure vitamin c being absorbed to ward off colds.

There is also a stork who lives by the pond and is often there standing alone. It’s very jumpy and flies to the other end of the pond at the sight of a dog careering down the hill.
There is also the odd rat which I don’t mind at all as they are at home where they belong. The sight of a couple of them jumping into the pond sent shivers the other day though as there is something very unappealing about a rat swimming somehow.
Well that’s my handy little haven and the best part is…………….

that there’s a busy 2/3 lane road close by on one side and a drive thru MacDonald s even closer on the other side. Not that I’m particularly partial to fast food extractor fans ( though I do find them strangely alluring & comforting) but I’m a city girl and if I don’t see a shop or a car for more than 10 mins I start to panic.

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Hoopy Picture

Vintage embroidery brought back to life

vintage embroidery brought back to life

Here’s another hoopy picture made from an old and damaged embroidered tablecloth which I’ve sewn a colourful variety of vintage fabric flowers on to.

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