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I started this blog, as a online scrapbook, over the two years I'd learnt lots about myself, made some bad choices made a few brave ones, I'm leaving the first and last posts as a reminder, if you are ever lucky enough to hold in your arms and feel complete perfection, don't ever let anything hurt it.

A whole New Year

Happy New Year everyone.

Wall Hall.

Gosh I blame my parents, for my Eccentricity and yet I joke with you, I enjoy every moment of the way I am, I was very lucky to have had parents who allowed me to be me! Quaint, artistic, eclectic, open minded and crafty, silly ;-) in textiles I mean off course. 

I miss the warmth of my gran parents. 

We spent most weekends and between 4 & 6 weeks every year at my grandparent’s home & place of work. From me being the age of 18 mouths till nearly 11 yrs. They worked as caretaker and maid to the university & staff based at Wall Hall mansion.

Not enough words to explain the sense of loss I feel for my Dad.

The building is  built  in a magnificent gothic revival mansion with a castellated façade created in the early nineteenth century for George Woodford Thelluson, a prosperous City banker mentioned in Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities in the war used by U.S. Ambassador Joseph Kennedy, then was used for educational purposes, eventually becoming an annex to the university of Hertfordshire,  before being developed in the 2003.

For me growing up in this building and environment had a lasting impact on me & my style. I have a vivid memory of the way the rooms smelled. In a morning me and my gran would polish dust the big sitting room with Mr Shine and then hover, I spent more of this time hoping from settee to chaise long than dusting J for in the afternoon, I would help her put together high tea, and serve it to the lectures.

Some of the room’s decor and corridors I don’t think had ever changed from when it was the big house and later when U.S. Ambassador Joseph Kennedy lived there.

It was a marvellous place to grow up. And I consider myself very fortunate to have spent many summers with free rein to explore.  

I loved it in an evening when everyone had gone home me and my grandpa would walk the whole building. If only the walls could have talked.

When my gran passed away a tree was planted near the tennis courts in her memory. My grandpa stayed on working at Wall Hall until he retired.