Finally

 So Granny stripes is finally finished, the border seemed to take forever, but I eventually got there. I sat and watched the TV last night snuggled up beneath it with a very satisfied grin on my face. I have not measured it yet, the tape is in the bedroom and Mr Roadside is still asleep, but it is a little bit longer than me ( I am five eight ) and is as wide as my arm span .
These pictures are not the best, I am crap at photography and the light is not to good outside yet, it is still quite early. The colours are even more vibrant in real life.
In all honesty I would not have chosen these colours to go together, I am much more anal and I would have chosen colours that all toned in together, but I am so glad that I went with Lucy's choice, it is beautiful. I need to made a few matching cushions now, but not yet, I have the magic box to open and I am itching to get it out to play with it.
I tried to keep the colour sequence as random as I could, not easy being as anal as I am with colour, just picking for the next repeat what felt right, I did however undo a couple of repeats because they clashed way too harshly for my over sensitive eyes.
I plan on doing more of these, I know several people that would be enormously pleased to receive one of these, and I may do another for myself at some stage.

Now onto something entirely different, the magic box, as I may have said I have not done any form of sewing since I left school apart from the odd bit of hemming and a couple of rag dolls for the small people over the years. I have an ancient manual Singer up in the loft which hasn't seen the light of day in decades, I inherited it from my nan, and my mums old machine in the airing cupboard which needs some attention. So I treated myself to a new sewing machine a few weeks ago, it is still sealed in it's box waiting for me patiently.

I have of course been shopping around for fabric since I purchased the magic box, so that the minute I got it out of the box I could dive straight in and get going. I have new fabric, the remnant bins have been emptied across West Sussex, and I have been scouring the Charity Shops for treasures.

This is one of the treasures found locally, a bolt of childrens fabric, I would guess from the seventies (correct me if I am wrong). Just over twelve yards (eleven metres in new money) of the most garish, freaky fabric I have ever seen, I love it, it is so naff that you just simply have to fall in love with it.

 What I am going to make with it I have no idea, I think it would give my Grandkids nightmares, especially the clown, he is freaky, and the rocking horse definitely looks like he might have a chainsaw hidden away behind his back ready to cut off the little dolly's head.

There are more treasures awaiting my dubious photography skills, hopefully I will get around to showing you some more soon.