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01/11/2026

Yesterday, whilst at a beautiful fair, (𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 & 𝚅𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 thanks Jules you are quite simply incredible!) someone came up to me and said, “I hear you’re retiring from The Cozy Club…” Well, I can tell you my heart literally sank. Retiring? Never. That word simply isn’t in my vocabulary. Yes, I may be stopping a few things and doing things a little differently, but one thing I can promise you is that I will NEVER stop making, creating, dreaming and gathering kindred spirits around me. That is simply part of who I am. So, please don’t mistake a change of direction for an ending. Quite the opposite, actually… there are new, lovely ideas taking shape and plenty of Cozy Club magic still to come! Christmas will be arriving here little by little, just as it should for the upcoming Cozy Club. Now, put the kettle on, settle in and watch this space!
With lots of love and just a little sprinkling of Christmas magic…
♥️

31/10/2026

Happy Hallowe’en everyone! Cannot write…I have fairies, trolls, vampires, ballerinas and baby pumpkins and many more enchanting little ones knocking at my door! Wishing you all a cozy and spooky night. 🧡🎃🧡

22/10/2026

Not so long ago, I was given three little ceramic drawers that, many years ago, had lived in a simple Swedish farmhouse.
Somehow, the little trio,cinnamon, clove and ginger, had become lost and broken, until my dear friend Geraldine happened upon them in a loppis (the Swedish word for a flea market).
Of course, they needed a little home of their own and once again take their rightful place in a kitchen.
Enter The Man!
Ever so clever and quick, he disappeared into his workshop, and a few hours later returned with just the perfect little wooden box needed to bring the three lost drawers back together. I can only imagine the happy little celebration that must have taken place in the middle of the night when they were finally tucked back side by side again. Now came the delightful dilemma of where they should live. This presented me with a joyful afternoon of moving things around and pondering a very important question…should I paint their new wooden home? The delicate green sprigs on the ceramic fronts gave me a little hint and I had just the right shade of green paint waiting to be used. As soon as the paint dried, each drawer was soon filled ready to begin life in my kitchen.
The first thing to be baked will be, of course, kanelbullar, those delicious Swedish cinnamon buns, in honour of the country they came from and the dear friend who found them. I can already imagine the kitchen filled with the warm, comforting scent of cinnamon. Perhaps the drawers will remember the days of baking in that old Swedish farmhouse, when the air was filled with the very same delicious aroma.
Thank you, lovely Geraldine, for finding the little drawers and giving them to me. And thank you to The Man for creating them a new home of their own.
I do believe there is now a little Swedish farmhouse magic in this kitchen. ❤️

16/10/2026

Who on earth wakes up at around 2 am with an idea and simply cannot leave it until morning? Someone who quietly slips out of bed, tiptoes downstairs, lights a few candles, gets the fire going, makes a pot of tea, sets up the sewing machine and gets to work, of course!
There is something quite magical ( by the way, have you seen Practical Magic 2? Absolutely wonderful!!!) about these quiet hours when the rest of the world is fast asleep. The house is still, the candles flicker, and the fire crackles gently.
Sometimes, I really do have to wonder what on earth goes on in my head! But then again, I think, how lovely is this? There is something incredibly cozy, and rather exciting, about being awake while everyone else is sleeping. By 4 am, it was done! Completely and utterly satisfying.
And now, here I am, admiring my new little curtain, made from the leftover fabric from the old quilt I used for my autumn kitchen curtains. Why on earth didn’t I think of this before? Who knows! Never mind, it’s done now, and I’m happy.
Just now I shall heat some milk, add a pinch of cinnamon and a splash of gingerbread syrup, and enjoy a lovely, warming drink. Then I’ll tiptoe ever so quietly back upstairs and hopefully catch a few more winks before the day begins properly. Happy Crisp Friday! ♥️

25/09/2026

There is something rather special about seeing your home in a magazine. Exciting, yes, but also a little nerve-wracking as you wonder how the photographs will be received.
I have always loved the places I’ve called home, trying to make them welcoming, cozy and a little bit inspiring , using everyday things in unexpected ways and bringing nature in wherever I can.
So you can imagine my delight when I discovered that the Italian magazine Casa Chic Casa Chic had featured my home! I received an email to tell me, but I could not find a copy here. Enter the lovely Cristina Cristina Rebeccani Coretti who went out and found one for me. How lovely you are, Cristina. Thank you!
It arrived yesterday, and of course, tea was made before I opened it.
The funny thing is, looking at the photographs, I can already see so many things I’ve changed. I will never stop rearranging, repainting, adding things and taking some away ( loving my new front porch). A house is never perfect, and it’s never really finished, it simply evolves. And isn’t that half the fun?
Happy Crisp Friday, my friends, now I have the urge to paint something!♥️

07/09/2026

Yesterday was extraordinary — not in a grand or complicated way, but in the simplest and most beautiful sense.
The Man and I were invited to Sunday lunch at the home of a former neighbour, a widower in his eighties who had recently downsized. He had invited eighteen of us and, incredibly, had prepared and cooked the entire meal himself. Every place carefully arranged and each guest’s name written on a little place card.
The ages around those tables ranged from sixty to one hundred. Yes, one hundred.
And this centenarian was no ordinary hundred-year-old. He had once rowed for Great Britain in the 1948 Olympic Games. To sit beside someone who had lived through a century of history, experienced so much change, and still shared in the laughter and joy of the afternoon was truly remarkable.
This is what made the day so special. It was the feeling of being surrounded by so many people who had lived full, rich and meaningful lives — people with memories, adventures, loves, losses and countless stories to tell.
There was so much laughter around those tables. So much warmth. So much life.
I came away feeling incredibly grateful.
Yesterday was a beautiful reminder that life can become richer, more interesting and more precious with every passing year.
What a privilege it was to sit at that table.
I shall remember yesterday for a very long time. It felt like a celebration of life itself.♥️

03/09/2026

My dear, most wonderful Cozy Club kindred spirits…
I am completely overwhelmed, touched and so very grateful for all the beautiful, heartfelt emails I have received. It means more to me than I can possibly put into words to know that so many of you would like to come and share a little Cozy Club magic together.
I honestly wish that I could do many more than two workshops so that I could welcome every single one of you. If I could squeeze you all in, I truly would!
I will be letting everyone know who has a place on the weekend. If you haven’t heard from me by Sunday, it means that you are on the waiting list.
I hope you understand that I simply cannot email everyone who has applied. Thank you for your enthusiasm, your kindness and for wanting to be part of this gathering that means so much to me. On quite another note…I am overjoyed to see a shimmer of green in my lawn this morning!!
Wishing you all a very cozy Thursday.
♥️

20/08/2026

I have always loved wallpaper, as anyone who has ever visited me will know. Several rooms in my home are decorated in blooms, because nothing makes me happier than walking into a room and feeling instantly surrounded by blossoms.
Over twenty years ago, I wallpapered my little guest bathroom in the attic. However, after all those years it had seen better days. I began searching for something different to cover the little bathroom walls. I ordered many samples before finally making my decision. Then, at last, I found just the right one.
I wanted my visitors to feel instantly cozy when they walked into this tiny room—to feel almost as though they were being hugged. I think this wallpaper does just that. The pattern of sweet little leaves and delicate stems, dotted with the occasional soft rose-coloured clover bloom, feels fresh, sweet and welcoming. It has a prettiness that makes you want to linger… at least, I hope it does!
Of course, I had to find just the right towels to finish the room…in gingham, naturally. I love filling my cottage with things that have a story, and this little bathroom is no exception. The mirror was found in dear Nova Scotia, and every time I look at it I am reminded of that special place. The pretty green shelf has an equally lovely story. It was a present from my beautiful Swedish friend, Geraldine, and somehow it feels as though it was always meant to live here. There was just one last thing that needed attention: the dreaded, but necessary, toilet bowl brush. Who doesn’t dislike looking at one? It may be an essential, but it is hardly the prettiest object in the room!
Well, as I often do, I went ‘shopping’ around my own house, looking for just the right thing. That’s when I spotted my old zinc jug. I wondered if it might work.
I tried it, and to my delight, the entire canister slipped neatly inside the jug as though the two had been made for each other. What could be better? Even the most mundane necessity had been given a little bit of charm.
And so my little attic bathroom has been transformed once again. A small room filled with leaves and flowers tucked away at the top of the house.
Would you like to stay?♥️

24/07/2026

Do you remember receiving those little free packets of seeds tucked inside a magazine or handed out at a summer fête? You’d be so excited, with visions of homegrown blossoms spreading joy throughout your garden… then you’d get home, or the magazine away and the seed packet into a drawer and think, I will do this later.
But later never seems to come.
Instead, those little packets languish in the kitchen drawer for years, reminding you they’re there every time you open it. Yet somehow, it never feels like quite the right time to sow them.
Well, this year, as I was taking away my grass in my front garden and suddenly had plenty of space, I gathered together every forgotten little seed sachet I could find,some dating all the way back to 2004, and scattered them gleefully over the fresh damp compost.
I had no idea what would happen, but I thought I was giving them one last chance while finally clearing out my drawer and letting go of the guilt of never having used them.
Imagine my delight when they started to sprout… and then BLOOM!
I’ve already decided I’ll be buying seeds for next year because watching these tiny seedlings grow into gorgeous, flourishing plants has been nothing short of miraculous. The feeling of contentment they bring is truly priceless.
I’ve always loved gardening and have happily bought little plants to nurture as they grow, but this… this feels completely different. There is something so special about watching life emerge from the sweetest little seed.
Happy Crisp Friday, my friends. ♥️

07/07/2026

This little stitchery has found a new home.
She is my interpretation of Caroline’s Caroline Zoob Foraging Girl. I added the trees, the snow, and can you see a little robin hidden in the greenery?
As I stitched, I felt her slowly come alive beneath my needle. She is a humble girl, simply dressed yet rich in spirit. I imagine she loves the crisp freshness of a winter’s morning, wrapping herself in her long coat before setting out to gather berries and evergreen sprigs to make her little cottage warm and cozy.
I could go on imagining her story.
Throughout her creation, I chatted to my mother about every little detail. Should her long coat be brown or black? Does she need a tiny cottage tucked among the trees? Should there be more snow? More trees? Every stitch seemed to spark another conversation. All the while, I secretly knew that, when she was finished, she would eventually come to live with my mother.
At last she was complete, framed by The Man in one of his beautiful handmade frames, and carefully tucked into a suitcase bound for Canada. I have no doubt she will be very comfortable in her new home, where she will be treasured. And the thought that I can visit her from time to time makes it a little easier to let her go.
But I will miss her.
I don’t know about you, my fellow stitchers, but I do become rather attached to the things I make. So there is a little glimmer of a thought lingering in my mind… perhaps it’s time to stitch her sister. ♥️

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