I'm late, I'm late.........

This is going to be a very short post! No pictures, no time, sorry.

I have drawn a winner even though there are no photos to prove it.

The winner is Faith.

Well done you.

If you contact me with your details I'll pop it in the post on Monday.

Must dash.......be back soon.

Here we go again!

It's giveaway time once more.

I've been sorting through some of my old stock and have decided to give some away. This design is last years and I don't make these particular ones anymore. I still make felt phone cases but the new ones are fully lined with a contrasting fabric. This one will fit an iPhone or a phone of a similar size.

So, if you fancy having a go at winning this case, please leave me a comment and I'll pick a winner next Friday.

Oh, and if you don't already follow me, please can you do that too!

Good luck!

Something for a Wednesday.

Looking on the internet yesterday evening I came across this.

The gadget guru from BBC"s Something For The Weekend had recommended one of my iPad cases.

How exciting!

Groovy Gran

I spent a while yesterday evening sketching a new design for an iPad case and a while making it this morning.

I LOVE it when a plan comes together!

What a difference a year makes!

Firstly, thank you for your comments on my last post. Things are much better on the Uni front and I'm managing to control my tears a little better now!

So, the title of this post say's it all for me really.

This time last year was near enough the beginning of my amazing journey. It is a year since I was able to hand in my notice in my then day job and spend my days doing what I love doing the most.....sewing.

I really do count my blessings on a regular basis as without notonthehighstreet.com it would never have happened.

Here's to the next year of my journey.

I wonder where it will take me.

What a difference a day makes

Sorry for the blogging absence but things have changed a little here.

Our son went off to Uni in Loughborough last week :( and it didn't all go to plan to begin with.

He was put in halls( which are lovely) but on his own. Well, I say on his own, there were two others but both were second year students. We assumed that more freshers would arrive on Thursday.

We left him late Wednesday afternoon with my daughter and I sobbing for the first hour of our journey. My husband chose not to say anything as really there was nothing he could have said that would have made us feel any better!

On Thursday we had a call from him saying that there appeared to be others in halls close to him that were also on their own and they had all decided to go to the accommodation office and ask to be moved. That proved pointless.

So, on Thursday afternoon my daughter and I drove back up to Loughborough, a 400 mile round trip, to try and sort things out.

To cut a very long story short, we managed to get him moved. I say 'we' but it was my daughter who did the talking. I was very aware that my son wouldn't want his mum going on to campus with him, so my daughter went instead. By this time my son was mentally drained and was ready to give up the fight,my daughter on the other hand, wasn't!

I'm very happy to say that he is now with a group of 5 other freshers and is really enjoying it.

I'm an emotional wreck most of the time. It doesn't take much to make me cry but those few days were one of the worst times I've had. I felt helpless.

The only thing I have to come to terms with is the fact that he's not here, which I hate. I miss him so much.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but...........roll on Christmas, then he'll be home!