Keep it unreal.

listening to- after time by Mr Scruff (perfect for when the sun sets hazy in the sky, with a glass of pimms)

"What is this life if full of care

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep, or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare."

Sir William Henry Davies

Well no offence to Mr. Davies, poetic justic wins in this case as this is all I seem to be able to do lately.

So today's make- a 50s style summer smock dress with a drawstring plunge neckline, in a gentle floral green cotton poplin. Perfectly in place with some battered old kitchen utensils, a victoria sponge cake and some 'Cath Kidston- esque' garden bunting.

Forigve its creases, it hasn't beeen ironed yet, but the biased cut should help the drape a bit.
I made a straight cut skirt from the remaining fabric with some applique butterflies, a drawstring pocket, and cream biased binding hem and waistband.

Nesting bees and hatching Butterflies

Listening to- Mentira by Manu Chao

Our catapillars have finally pupaeted, their cocoons are a dull green colour with gorgeous little gold flecks, not long now til we can set them free as butterflies and they will hopefully breed a whole colony in the wild.

Which brings me to my next point, we have found a nest of little bumble bees in the compost bin who have built a home for themselves out of teabag papers, which is lovely but means we will have to buy a new compost bin as we cannot disturb the little ones. It also means we will have a huge bees nest next to our house in a few months, although all bumble bees die in the autumn to make way for the new ones.