Hello All!
(All what...7 of you? Oh well, let's call it intimate, cosy, snug if you will.. )
Sorry it's been a while since my last post. I'm sure you have managed to carry on with your day to day life without too much disappointment, but you know... it's nice to be polite.
Like anyone moving to a new city, i've been looking for new things to do, hence the silence on the blog front, which i promised myself i would write in more frequently. (Alright,I know, if i was a serious writer type person i'd have documented all of my finds and adventures as they happened and i wouldn't be back writing after a 6 week gap...but things get in the way... like tea...and Rupaul's Drag Race Season Six...)
I am still finding my feet in Portsmouth.
I've found the left one but the right one's still missing.
(Oh. I'm Sorry. I really am. That was awful. Truly Horrendous. I should know better. You can take the boy out of panto...)
All rambling aside (well...some) and getting to the point...
One of my favourite finds in Portsmouth (well, technically Southsea..) is Make.
In short (HA! none of this is short... I can ramble for days. Get a coffee.) It's a cafe for crafty folk.
A crafé if you will. No? Ok. Fine. Moving on.
Along side a cup of tea, they sell pretty much everything your crafty little heart could desire; from gorgeous fabrics to crochet your own toadstool kits and enough wool to knit your own flock of gorgeously coloured sheep.
I don't know about you, but i was sold at the tea.
WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT?!
More? Ok.
If you're looking to expand your crafting repertoire (Craftertoire?!! No? Really? Fine, I'll stop.) And let's face it, after watching The Great British Sewing Bee, who isn't secretly convinced they're the next Dolce and or Gabbana?! They run workshops on pretty much every craft you could think of.
I don't know which to start with, i'm so tempted by them all! Be that as it may, i am secretly worried that it will turn in to an even bigger addiction than it already is and i won't be able to fund my habit and i'll end up in a squat somewhere sharing knitting needles or naked with all my clothes turned in to rag rugs. This may be on the slightly dramatic end of the spectrum...but i like to err on the side of caution.
But one of my new favourite things about moving to Portsmouth happens on a Wednesday night...
I grab my knitting, jump on Cosmo (my bike not the magazine), put whatever music happens to be my favourite that week on my iPhone (this week: Dermot's Saturday Sessions Album) and cycle down for 'A Slice of Make'.
It's an evening of tea, cake and crafting! Sod what ever the Von Trapps were singing about. Give me cake and tea over strudel and doorbells any day. (Did i mention: Cake. There's cake there. It's real good cake too. Cake.)
I've met some lovely folk there, and it's really nice to ask someone in person what to do when i go wrong...rather than going straight to Ravelry/ Youtube/ Rita!
Also... The people there are stupidly talented. This may sound a bit generic..but they really, really are. Looking around the other week people were knitting, crocheting, embroidering, rag rugging (is that a verb? I rag rug, you rag rug, we all rag rug together!), beading. All that on top of being normal human beings with jobs, family and children! Aliens, i'm sure of it.
As you can imagine..seeing so many new things first hand, my hands were itching to try all these new things.
But for now i shall carry on with the cushion cover that is taking far longer than i expected and quite frankly taking over my very existence AND NOONE WILL BE ALLOWED TO SIT ON. Remember when i said i'd try something small next... maybe i'll listen to myself next time. (who am i kidding? It will probably be a giraffe. Life size.)
So, if like i was, you are new to Portsmouth, crafty and looking for somewhere where the question "what's your tension like?" is perfectly acceptable, and by some miracle of the internet you found this blog...come for a Slice of Make!
(Or if you already come to Make, come say hello, i'm usually found at the middle table swearing at a cushion cover.)
Michael :) x
(All what...7 of you? Oh well, let's call it intimate, cosy, snug if you will.. )
Sorry it's been a while since my last post. I'm sure you have managed to carry on with your day to day life without too much disappointment, but you know... it's nice to be polite.
Like anyone moving to a new city, i've been looking for new things to do, hence the silence on the blog front, which i promised myself i would write in more frequently. (Alright,I know, if i was a serious writer type person i'd have documented all of my finds and adventures as they happened and i wouldn't be back writing after a 6 week gap...but things get in the way... like tea...and Rupaul's Drag Race Season Six...)
I am still finding my feet in Portsmouth.
I've found the left one but the right one's still missing.
(Oh. I'm Sorry. I really am. That was awful. Truly Horrendous. I should know better. You can take the boy out of panto...)
All rambling aside (well...some) and getting to the point...
One of my favourite finds in Portsmouth (well, technically Southsea..) is Make.
In short (HA! none of this is short... I can ramble for days. Get a coffee.) It's a cafe for crafty folk.
A crafé if you will. No? Ok. Fine. Moving on.
Along side a cup of tea, they sell pretty much everything your crafty little heart could desire; from gorgeous fabrics to crochet your own toadstool kits and enough wool to knit your own flock of gorgeously coloured sheep.
I don't know about you, but i was sold at the tea.
WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT?!
More? Ok.
If you're looking to expand your crafting repertoire (Craftertoire?!! No? Really? Fine, I'll stop.) And let's face it, after watching The Great British Sewing Bee, who isn't secretly convinced they're the next Dolce and or Gabbana?! They run workshops on pretty much every craft you could think of.
I don't know which to start with, i'm so tempted by them all! Be that as it may, i am secretly worried that it will turn in to an even bigger addiction than it already is and i won't be able to fund my habit and i'll end up in a squat somewhere sharing knitting needles or naked with all my clothes turned in to rag rugs. This may be on the slightly dramatic end of the spectrum...but i like to err on the side of caution.
But one of my new favourite things about moving to Portsmouth happens on a Wednesday night...
I grab my knitting, jump on Cosmo (my bike not the magazine), put whatever music happens to be my favourite that week on my iPhone (this week: Dermot's Saturday Sessions Album) and cycle down for 'A Slice of Make'.
It's an evening of tea, cake and crafting! Sod what ever the Von Trapps were singing about. Give me cake and tea over strudel and doorbells any day. (Did i mention: Cake. There's cake there. It's real good cake too. Cake.)
I've met some lovely folk there, and it's really nice to ask someone in person what to do when i go wrong...rather than going straight to Ravelry/ Youtube/ Rita!
Also... The people there are stupidly talented. This may sound a bit generic..but they really, really are. Looking around the other week people were knitting, crocheting, embroidering, rag rugging (is that a verb? I rag rug, you rag rug, we all rag rug together!), beading. All that on top of being normal human beings with jobs, family and children! Aliens, i'm sure of it.
As you can imagine..seeing so many new things first hand, my hands were itching to try all these new things.
But for now i shall carry on with the cushion cover that is taking far longer than i expected and quite frankly taking over my very existence AND NOONE WILL BE ALLOWED TO SIT ON. Remember when i said i'd try something small next... maybe i'll listen to myself next time. (who am i kidding? It will probably be a giraffe. Life size.)
So, if like i was, you are new to Portsmouth, crafty and looking for somewhere where the question "what's your tension like?" is perfectly acceptable, and by some miracle of the internet you found this blog...come for a Slice of Make!
(Or if you already come to Make, come say hello, i'm usually found at the middle table swearing at a cushion cover.)
Michael :) x