Woolapple Easter Break

Last week I had some time off of work, and Rich did too, and we had some lovely days (mostly near the seaside).

We went along to Eastbourne on the bus, which is a nice easy journey for us, although we don’t really seem to do it very often. I do like it there though. Rich wanted to visit the Towner Gallery which was a really grand one. There is a room there of Ravilious pictures which are really lovely ones of our local area. Rose was not very interested in looking at the pictures though but we very flukily had arrived just as a toddler arts and crafts drop in session was starting so Rose and I make some pictures and read some books while Rich had a proper look about the art.

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After the pictures we had some chocolate cake at the cafe and we enjoyed some lovely seaside sunshine that day too. I also managed a little fabric shopping while Rose took a little nap (a rarity these days!).

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Then at the end of the week, Rich and I had a whole day off to ourselves. We went to Brighton and drank coffee and ate cake and had lunch and sat down and looked at the sea. It was a real treat.

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Back to work for me next week, but maybe just take it easy, put the kettle on etc.

I hope you are enjoying the spring a little too.

A woolapple weekend


I had a grand adventure in Brighton today. I had a lovely hot chocolate with my dear friend Beth, and then we went to some shops and I bought some things from Tiger – my favourite shop of the moment.


I found some great ‘fabric yarn’ there which is like grey marl t-shirts in a ball of wool. I have a little project in mind already! Also I found some good things to help with mine and Rose’s baking and painting and a little present for our friend. Dear Tiger, please open a shop in Seaford, and bring H&M with you too.

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On my way to the station I passed the beautiful french patisserie, Julien Plumart. I wanted some macarons, but they were quite a lot of money and I was feeling rather peckish so opted for some massively impressive meringues instead (and enough to take some home to share). I am rather regretting my decision now as would love to taste the macarons – next time I’ll go back with a full tummy. I am not surprised by the price though – they are a tough cookie!


I was very pleased when i got home also because Rich and Rose had baked a cake together while I was out. It wasn’t much of a surprise because Rich had called me a few times with questions such as ‘which oven should I use to make a cake?’, ‘this looks like quite a lot of oil for a cake, do you think it’s alright?’ and ‘what does fold in mean?’. I was so impressed though – it was Rich’s first ever cake (although Rose has made about 6 in the last month) and it was so spongy and lovely. I think he has a hidden talent. I might try him on macarons next…


Also next I think I need a selfie stick for this new hobby of mine, take a doll out and take her photo. It is difficult to hold a doll and a phone and take a picture! Would a selfie stick help me?


Little Apple on the bus

Here is a new friend I have made. Her name is Apple! She looks like me. Here she is on the bus.

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Yesterday we went to Brighton for a bit of a shop and to catch up with my very dear friends.

Shopping was funny for me – is has been a long time since I did any of that really except for a quick nip into our little shops. I am not sure if I really liked it, I think I felt a little bit lost. I tried on 18 things in Topshop altogether (not all together) and found most things don’t fit me or look nice. I saw one denim dress I thought would definitely be a grand wardrobe staple, when I put it on – I can’t explain it but if you saw me I would be embarrassed. Maybe I am a bit old now, or a bit Mum.

The next place I went to was Boots and I had a lot of fun in there. Most of my make-up has dried up because it was about 2009 when I last bought any new make-up. I told this to a lady who was working on the L’Oreal counter in Boots and she looked at me like I must have been in prison or something.  I asked her for a peach blusher because that sounded like a nice thing to have and because I didn’t want her to think I was suspicious, but there were only a choice of four blushers so she tried to persuade me that a bright pink blusher was peach… I pretended she had convinced me but I didn’t buy it.

I did buy some nice things though and had a lot of fun in the process. I like to do eye-shadow at the moment – I think it will give me the edge.

Also in Boots I noticed a lady putting things in her handbag and dropping things on the floor. I hope she paid for those things. I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Then I went to Tiger as I was looking for a twenty minute egg timer to help Rose tell the time a bit better and notice when we are running out of time before we need to go out, things like this. Unfortunately there were none of those left, and the lady said they weren’t really a priority to get back in, so that doesn’t sound very optimistic, but I did find some amazing giant wool and bought a couple of bundles of that! I will show you this soon, it’s amazing like giant blue udon noodles.

Then I got another bus and visited my friends Deb and Ben at their house and my dearest friend Snowy came too and also Mary cat, the sweetest cat, was there. We had a really really great catch up while Ben was chopping firewood and Mary was eating the plant. Lovely tea and macaroons and a chocolate coin for the road. Thanks Deb!

Then I got the coaster bus home to Seaford and ate a banana. I was pleased to have such a grand day out, but it was nice to see Rich and Rose when I got home. Rich had made a great pizza but instead of tomato puree on the base he used ketchup. It was, in the words of Rose, ‘alishus’.