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The Cozy Club, Gerrards Cross (2026)

07/09/2026

Yesterday was extraordinary — not in a grand or complicated way, but in the simplest and most beautiful sense.
The Man and I were invited to Sunday lunch at the home of a former neighbour, a widower in his eighties who had recently downsized. He had invited eighteen of us and, incredibly, had prepared and cooked the entire meal himself. Every place carefully arranged and each guest’s name written on a little place card.
The ages around those tables ranged from sixty to one hundred. Yes, one hundred.
And this centenarian was no ordinary hundred-year-old. He had once rowed for Great Britain in the 1948 Olympic Games. To sit beside someone who had lived through a century of history, experienced so much change, and still shared in the laughter and joy of the afternoon was truly remarkable.
This is what made the day so special. It was the feeling of being surrounded by so many people who had lived full, rich and meaningful lives — people with memories, adventures, loves, losses and countless stories to tell.
There was so much laughter around those tables. So much warmth. So much life.
I came away feeling incredibly grateful.
Yesterday was a beautiful reminder that life can become richer, more interesting and more precious with every passing year.
What a privilege it was to sit at that table.
I shall remember yesterday for a very long time. It felt like a celebration of life itself.♥️

03/09/2026

My dear, most wonderful Cozy Club kindred spirits…
I am completely overwhelmed, touched and so very grateful for all the beautiful, heartfelt emails I have received. It means more to me than I can possibly put into words to know that so many of you would like to come and share a little Cozy Club magic together.
I honestly wish that I could do many more than two workshops so that I could welcome every single one of you. If I could squeeze you all in, I truly would!
I will be letting everyone know who has a place on the weekend. If you haven’t heard from me by Sunday, it means that you are on the waiting list.
I hope you understand that I simply cannot email everyone who has applied. Thank you for your enthusiasm, your kindness and for wanting to be part of this gathering that means so much to me. On quite another note…I am overjoyed to see a shimmer of green in my lawn this morning!!
Wishing you all a very cozy Thursday.
♥️

20/08/2026

I have always loved wallpaper, as anyone who has ever visited me will know. Several rooms in my home are decorated in blooms, because nothing makes me happier than walking into a room and feeling instantly surrounded by blossoms.
Over twenty years ago, I wallpapered my little guest bathroom in the attic. However, after all those years it had seen better days. I began searching for something different to cover the little bathroom walls. I ordered many samples before finally making my decision. Then, at last, I found just the right one.
I wanted my visitors to feel instantly cozy when they walked into this tiny room—to feel almost as though they were being hugged. I think this wallpaper does just that. The pattern of sweet little leaves and delicate stems, dotted with the occasional soft rose-coloured clover bloom, feels fresh, sweet and welcoming. It has a prettiness that makes you want to linger… at least, I hope it does!
Of course, I had to find just the right towels to finish the room…in gingham, naturally. I love filling my cottage with things that have a story, and this little bathroom is no exception. The mirror was found in dear Nova Scotia, and every time I look at it I am reminded of that special place. The pretty green shelf has an equally lovely story. It was a present from my beautiful Swedish friend, Geraldine, and somehow it feels as though it was always meant to live here. There was just one last thing that needed attention: the dreaded, but necessary, toilet bowl brush. Who doesn’t dislike looking at one? It may be an essential, but it is hardly the prettiest object in the room!
Well, as I often do, I went ‘shopping’ around my own house, looking for just the right thing. That’s when I spotted my old zinc jug. I wondered if it might work.
I tried it, and to my delight, the entire canister slipped neatly inside the jug as though the two had been made for each other. What could be better? Even the most mundane necessity had been given a little bit of charm.
And so my little attic bathroom has been transformed once again. A small room filled with leaves and flowers tucked away at the top of the house.
Would you like to stay?♥️

24/07/2026

Do you remember receiving those little free packets of seeds tucked inside a magazine or handed out at a summer fête? You’d be so excited, with visions of homegrown blossoms spreading joy throughout your garden… then you’d get home, or the magazine away and the seed packet into a drawer and think, I will do this later.
But later never seems to come.
Instead, those little packets languish in the kitchen drawer for years, reminding you they’re there every time you open it. Yet somehow, it never feels like quite the right time to sow them.
Well, this year, as I was taking away my grass in my front garden and suddenly had plenty of space, I gathered together every forgotten little seed sachet I could find,some dating all the way back to 2004, and scattered them gleefully over the fresh damp compost.
I had no idea what would happen, but I thought I was giving them one last chance while finally clearing out my drawer and letting go of the guilt of never having used them.
Imagine my delight when they started to sprout… and then BLOOM!
I’ve already decided I’ll be buying seeds for next year because watching these tiny seedlings grow into gorgeous, flourishing plants has been nothing short of miraculous. The feeling of contentment they bring is truly priceless.
I’ve always loved gardening and have happily bought little plants to nurture as they grow, but this… this feels completely different. There is something so special about watching life emerge from the sweetest little seed.
Happy Crisp Friday, my friends. ♥️

07/07/2026

This little stitchery has found a new home.
She is my interpretation of Caroline’s Caroline Zoob Foraging Girl. I added the trees, the snow, and can you see a little robin hidden in the greenery?
As I stitched, I felt her slowly come alive beneath my needle. She is a humble girl, simply dressed yet rich in spirit. I imagine she loves the crisp freshness of a winter’s morning, wrapping herself in her long coat before setting out to gather berries and evergreen sprigs to make her little cottage warm and cozy.
I could go on imagining her story.
Throughout her creation, I chatted to my mother about every little detail. Should her long coat be brown or black? Does she need a tiny cottage tucked among the trees? Should there be more snow? More trees? Every stitch seemed to spark another conversation. All the while, I secretly knew that, when she was finished, she would eventually come to live with my mother.
At last she was complete, framed by The Man in one of his beautiful handmade frames, and carefully tucked into a suitcase bound for Canada. I have no doubt she will be very comfortable in her new home, where she will be treasured. And the thought that I can visit her from time to time makes it a little easier to let her go.
But I will miss her.
I don’t know about you, my fellow stitchers, but I do become rather attached to the things I make. So there is a little glimmer of a thought lingering in my mind… perhaps it’s time to stitch her sister. ♥️

30/06/2026

Last Friday, The Man and I headed to The Country Brocante for a day filled with blooms, vintage treasures, and catching up with dear friends. Simply soaking up the atmosphere of such a quintessentially British summer fair was a treat in itself.
We had no agenda and weren’t searching for anything in particular. We were simply relishing a leisurely day in the countryside.
As you can probably guess, treasure found us. I discovered the most charming little wicker rocking chair at the beautiful stall of dear Kath from Kath . It’s very much a work in progress, as you can see. Originally green, then painted white many years ago, it now wears a wonderful blend of both… perfectly imperfect.
It’s just the right size for two little Canadian girls.
The only thing missing is a cozy cushion. As soon as I arrived home, I went straight to my fabric cupboard and discovered the most beautiful remnant, as though it had been patiently waiting all along for this very chair.
Now comes the delightful dilemma. Should the cushion have a frill? Should it be soft and floppy, filled with feathers, or more neatly fitted to keep its shape? Or perhaps it needs a few little cushions rather than just one?
These are the loveliest decisions to ponder.
Whatever I decide, I know I shall spend many happy hours creating a special little corner for the girls, imagining them joining me on the porch in the early morning, sharing little cups of tea and quiet conversations while their parents are still peacefully asleep.♥️

23/06/2026

Sometimes, things just take a little while.

Many years ago, The Man attended a wedding in California. It was only a fleeting visit, but during his time there he was introduced to some delightful antique haunts. On one such outing, he spotted something he was certain I would love.
The only problem was that it was rather large, far too big to fit into a suitcase.
Did that deter The Man? Not for a moment.
To this day, I am not entirely sure how he managed it, nor how it arrived home without a scratch, but somehow it did. It was the sweetest little awning, fashioned rather like a white picket fence, which had once hung above the doorway of a cottage somewhere in Northern California.
It did not take long for us to attach it above the front door of our flat in London, where it looked as though it had always belonged.
A few years later, we sold that much-loved flat, making absolutely certain that the awning was not included in the sale. Our new home already had coverings over both the front and back doors, so the little awning was carefully tucked away for safekeeping.
The next exciting project was the addition of a boot room and porch. For reasons neither of us can now explain, we decided to hang the awning above a window at the back of the house. It looked charming there, and there it remained for nearly three decades.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, I happened to glance at the awning and then at the door leading into the boot room. Suddenly, a light went on. A little late, perhaps, but better late than never.
Within minutes, The Man,bless him, had taken the awning down from its perch above the window and moved it to the boot room door. And just like that, it finally found its proper and most useful home.
Why it took us so long to realise where it truly belonged remains a mystery. But perhaps it serves as a reminder that old things can become new again with nothing more than a little shuffling about. Sometimes, all it takes is seeing something familiar with fresh eyes.♥️

07/06/2026

The birds are chirping madly here this early morning. The sky is clear, the air is still, and the scent drifting through the garden as I wandered about was quite intoxicating.
As I strolled around with my cup of tea, I noticed that all the little plants I tucked into the new front garden over the past few weeks are doing wonderfully well. I never imagined I would become quite so enamoured with my garden. I have loved gardening for as long as I can remember, but lately I seem to be completely smitten with it.
I freely admit that I talk to my plants. I chat to the birds and all the other wildlife that comes to visit, too. And really, who’s to say they don’t understand? It brings me such joy. The Man understands and just smiles so happiness all round,and that can only be a good thing.
Of course, the fact that I am occasionally supplied with delicious cups of tea and thoughtfully prepared snacks by him makes the entire endeavour even more delightful.
It was pointed out to me that I haven’t shown you the front garden lately, so yesterday, between the downpours, I wandered about and took a few photographs. Can you see that we also added a sweet old bell to the new porch?
Now, when you come to visit, simply give it a little jingle and I’ll pop the kettle on.
Have a gorgeous Sunday, my friends. You know exactly where I’ll be. ♥️

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