She of the the creative nature (in a vague and general way)

She of the the creative nature (in a vague and general way)
scuse the blurry pictures – haste!
Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha Felt Journal
For the first time since 1878 I actually remembered to get something for my sister’s birthday. Hoh! – not only did I get something, I made her a gift. Hoh! indeed!
This felt baby was a labour of love, and inspired by the second-to-most-recent copy of Mollie Makes Magazine. I saw the picture of the old fashioned camera and was hooked. The idea wormed it’s way into me and I had to do it. I envisaged it, and then proceeded to make it (questionable syntax be damned).
I think it looks effing great. I was so proud of it. It was something that I would buy (god forbid), and I sent it off to Australia with pride.
And Royal Mail lost it.
It never arrived. Some bastard somewhere has got this beautiful journal that I slaved over for my big sis. I waited and waited for it to arrive, but I eventually had to text her a picture of what she had been deprived of. I could feel her grief radiate through the internet (grief, or disinterest – sometimes it’s hard to tell) and her wails of sorrow hurt the very fibres of my soul.
So obviously I have to make another one for her, one even bigger and better than before. But I think it’s only fair that the world know how great it was. I was so proud *sob*.
There are several things to be said about being creative – and creative in a way that doesn’t mean wearing eccentric scarves – creative in a way where you create things that weren’t there before. It’s thrillifying and satisfying and empowering.

We’re going to include these babies in the bunted! catalogue very soon, and I’ve been doodling like a woman possessed creating designs for future covers. It’s excellent fun. Buy one from me immediately. Ta.

Vintage Finds

Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha French Resistance #1
Hello Sam Goodbye does French Resistance
You may be able to tell by my extravagant moves and general flailing about that I was terribly excited to find this new tweed suit from the vintage Demelza Boutique in Rochester (Demelza, incidentally,  is a charity that supports children in hospices – a noble cause indeed. They also run a smashing vintage boutique not ten minutes walk from my house).
Bonafide tweed, with navy and white wool, and a single breasted, three buttoned jacket and faux leather belt. It is everything anyone could have hoped and dreamed for. It was the find of the year for me, and I saw fit to wear it today with the beret above, some black pumps and my Rochester Vintage Society membership badge.
England is finally having its Summer about six years after we’d all agreed that it would, so today was what they technically call fucking hot, and so tweed was rather a poor choice. But hey ho, beauty is pain.
I adore the outfit, and need to find ways to wear it in everyday life. It makes me feel like a combination of Evita and someone from the French Resistance. Also, like I can’t be trusted around a pistol. But perhaps I never could be trusted to begin with!