A quietish weekend after what has felt like a long week of colds, viruses and general malaise at Newbraes Cottage. All occupants are returning to full health today, so we took a little drive out to Mossat (‘the Moffat of the North’ according to a friend of mine) to an antiques shop there. It’s quite a treasure trove of bric a brac, furniture, old books, spinning wheels (inducing feelings of terrible spinning-guilt at my dusty Ashford upstairs), jam pans and bell jars of stuffed hummingbirds (not my thing, ugh). I resisted the urge to go crazy on a hand painted Royal Albert poppy flower tea set (£80) and only bought one tea tray cloth and a few handkerchiefs, all hand embroidered and very pretty, for £1. I know, I know. I don’t often serve tea on trays. It’s becoming a bit of an embroidery addiction.
The jam pans spurred me on to make some rhubarb and ginger jam with the wild rhubarb I was given yesterday. Here it is in its wild, roadside state:
And then jam pan-bound.
Call it impatience, call it having to cook dinner, or call it rubbish electric hobs, but sadly I managed to catch the jam slightly. I hope it isn’t ruined, (it’s certainly quite dark) but I’ll only be able to tell properly once it has cooled.
The window seat trundles on, and hopefully should be all faced in tongue and groove panels soon. And then everyone assures me I am quite capable of making cushions for it, although I do feel upholstery is not my forte. I am enjoying the prospect of knitting some scatter cushions for it, though…