Growing in gray hair/ growing out colour update.

My recent travels to the U.S.A and Canada, revealed to me that there is in fact a gray hair revolution happening.

I saw dozens of women with gray hair or growing in gray hair.

They looked fantastic and filled me with self belief that I can do it too.

I last blogged about growing in my grey hair back in late July 2014.

I debated about whether to cut my hair short or not.

 My main reason for going short was that the growing in phase would be quicker.

Short hair is not an ideal look for me.

I decided to keep my hair longer and wear my hair back in a ponytail or up in clips.


The blond highlights are nearly all gone from the front, just a few places on my fringe have blonde tips.


I confess that I cut my own fringe, probably much to the horror of my hairdresser who straightens up my attempts.

I am loving seeing my natural colour, very dark brown  return, as it has been many years since I last saw it.

My silver is very evenly distributed and the use of purple shampoo for blondes keeps them silver not brassy.

I use a serum to keep the frizzy ones under control.

I have one distinct whiter strip in the front, which is about 1cm wide, that I love.

Thank you mother nature.

The back is looking fashionably ombre with the demarcation line between coloured and gray hair being subtle.

Not really worried about the back as since I can’t see it when it is up, it is out of sight out of mind.

As you can see I hastily put it in the clip, not making sure it was centred.

Note to self take more care before taking photos for blog.


I have been reading up on how to wear gray hair gracefully and have been adapting my wardrobe and makeup.

Going gray means that I have to take more care with my appearance, so that I don’t look like I have let myself go.

Heaven’s forbid, a middle aged woman should do that. Joking!!!

One of Oprah’s stylists says that no one over 45 should be seen wearing blue or green eyeshadow

Out went the blue and green eyeshadows, which I bought on a whim many years ago, but never wore.

I usually wear brown matte eyeshadow, which thankfully got the nod of approval.

Shouted myself a new eyeshadow in a plum colour, for my new look.

Lipsticks need to be pinker and natural looking.

This called for 2 new lipsticks. Revlon had a buy one get 1 for free offer.

Nails need to soft and feminine. Lucky I don’t like black nail polish.

It is a no no for over 45’s according to the stylist.

Wear foundation to cover redness and uneven skin tone.

Yes I should wear foundation when I leave the house to cover my freckles and redness.

It is not just for night time or special occasions.

Time to go through my wardrobe and toss any colours that will clash with my gray hair.

I got 2 new pairs of glasses. One red frame and one purple to make my look current.

The main thing needing attention is my weight.

I manage to disguise my weight with longer draped tops but I am carrying too many kilos for my optimal health.

Off to the gym go I. The days are getting longer and I can fit in more walking.

So here is to a confident 50+ woman and to aging as gracefully as possible, whilst embracing wholeheartedly the life I have been given.

Getting older is a privilege that many don’t get a chance to live.

There is so much to be grateful for and to look forward in this next stage of my live.

So here’s looking at you kid!!!!!!!!


Butterick 5357- Plus size Peasant top


Before my recent trip abroad, I hit the sewing table and made 3 peasant tops from Butterick 5357.

I was exceptionally lucky to find a fine cotton fabric which had soft pleats deliberately pressed into the fabric.

The fabric came in great summer colours of blue,green and orange.

I purchased 2 metres of each of the colours.

At just $2-00 per metre, each top cost me a mere $4-00.

This was my first attempt at making up this pattern and I was exceptionally happy with it.

It came together beautifully and I really loved the use of french seams.

The wide neckline is very flattering for plus sizes and the length is perfect for wearing with pants or a denim skirt.

The cap sleeves kept me cool on those warm summer days.


The great thing on my trip was that I didn’t have to worry about the creased look.

I was just able to pull on a top and go.

The tops held up well in the wash and dryer at various laundromats.

I am thinking I will have to make this pattern up in a lovely liberty lawn.

It is the ideal summer top.

I highly recommend this pattern.




I loved this poem by Chisom.

It reminded me that reaching old age is a gift from God, that some never get a chance to live.

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Originally posted on Chisom Ojukwu - Words are Work:

If I am old, it is because I was young.

If my muscles ache, it is because they were firm

If my eyes blur and strain, it is because they seen plenty


My skin is wrinkled

And annotated with lines and spots and rings

But only because I have walked beneath sunny skies

And bathed in the chilly salty sea

My fingers are gnarled and knobby

Because I held on real tight

Every time, even when it did not matter

My steps falter and my bones creak up the stairs

The same stairs now worn weary from years of my steps


I have grown and lost, filled to the brim

And burst

I have sulked, talked, worked and been shocked

I have laughed and cried, cursed and smiled

I have made my bed with flour and flowers

The flour baked me a pastry, crunchy and sublime

The flowers

Roses, pretty…

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I’ve joined the grey hair revolution. How to go from blonde/brown to grey.

Hi Everyone. It has been a months since I have blogged. I came down with a very serious case of writers block and even seriously contemplated not renewing my wordpress subscription. At the last minute, I clicked the renew button and have been contemplating in the month since, what to write about. My life seems to be boringly dull and my desire to craft, had also disappeared into the abyss.

As I looked into the bathroom mirror this morning, I decided to journal my recent decision to grow out my brown/blonde artificially coloured hair and grow in my grey hair.


At 51 , I am seriously tired of trying to hide the grey hair that has been coloured religiously for the last 25 years. I was born a brunette with a tinges of auburn scattered through. I considered those beautiful auburn tints my gift from mother nature. My hair was indeed my crowning glory and I was someone who tried many hairstyles over the years. I have done it all, pixie cuts, 80’s perms, spikey gelled fringes, mullets and bobs of all lengths.

My first grey hairs peeked through at the tender age of 25, only to be quickly plucked out by my younger sister. They seemed to come through fast and furious in the years that followed.

By my late 30’s, I was a slave to six weekly hairdresser visits to hide my grey regrowth. It became impossible to stick with a solid hair colour and in my mid 40’s , I gradually became an ash blonde on top and brunette underneath. The blue shampoo and conditioner and the toner kept my hair from turning the dreaded yellow. The cost of my hairdresser visits increased as more and more blonde foils were added to my head. I loved my new look and felt  more youthful looking than my age.


Dying and perming came at a cost because I have psoriasis of the scalp, which has gotten increasingly worse as I have gotten older. Many times I would sit in pain as the chemicals were burning my scalp.Grinning and bearing it at all costs. Telling myself this was the price for my vanity. I was too young to go grey. I also felt the pain in my pocket but I was too scared to dye my own hair in case I burnt my scalp. The six weekly touch up visit to the hairdresser was a trip of pleasure and pain.

The psoriasis became much worse the closer I got to menopause.Things came to crisis point when one visit I screamed out in pain as toner was applied to my hair. It felt like a bucket of acid had been poured on my head. My hairdresser got the fright of her life and quickly got hold of ice-cold milk and poured it through my hair. I was certainly the talk of the salon that day. From then on I was only allowed to have my hair colour applied by foils and no dye was to touch my scalp, on the order of the Salon owner. This method solved the scalp burning problems but created one major drag, my regrowth was visible within 2 weeks because my hair has always grown very fast. Was mother nature telling me to embrace this new stage of my life?

I had an added problem of putting on 25 kilos due to a medical condition and the side effect of the major drug that I had to take was weight gain. I was gifted with a long face and a strong beautifully defined chin. Now I have a triple chin and the only hairstyle that seemed to suit me was a pony tail. The need to wear  my hair pulled back , meant that I had to grow my hair longer. The cost of the monthly dyeing went up as my hair got longer. Each month it was apparent that the greys seemed to be winning the battle.


There were days when I looked in the mirror at my tabby cat coloured hair and wondered why I was doing this. I felt like a fraud and that the whole world knew that I was a bottle blonde who was pretending to not be grey. Those days in the last 6 months have become so frequent, that I started to seriously research how one goes grey gracefully.

On google searches, I discovered many photos of women who were grey and proud but more importantly they were authentic.

There in fact is a grey revolution going on.

Many people believe that grey hair means looking sallow and aged. My research has taught me that the keys to surviving this scary journey are a good cut, a slight change in makeup colours and to dress fashionably in colours that will enhance the grey hair. Added to a large dose of courage and a collection of prepared sassy answers for the critics that will question my motives.

So for the last 3 months I have been avoiding the hairdresser. I have been naughtily cutting my own fringe and wearing my hair back.

I stopped using the purple shampoo and conditioner and surprisingly my scalp psoriasis is getting better.

Today’s photo left me shocked how much of the top of my head is grey. I wonder what tall people have been looking at when they tower over me ie/ my hubby and my son.

This journey scares me. To ease it I am heading overseas for 5 weeks to the northern hemisphere, where it is summer.

Tomorrow I am braving it and cutting my hair short.

So bye bye long brown hair at the back. By the way I was wearing a towel in this cheeky photo.


I am more scared about my hair than I am about my adult children being left to housesit and petsit.

Wish me luck!!!

The rise of mending: how Britain learned to repair clothes again

I just had to share this story with my fellow sewers. Finally we are special. Hurray!!!!!!

The rise of mending: how Britain learned to repair clothes again

The art of repairing clothes was being lost, but with half a million taking up sewing in the last year, a whole new generation is picking up the thread

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The demand for mending services has skyrocketed. Photograph: Getty Images

When Make Do & Mend (“we make things and mend things,” says Pippa Bray, the shop’s owner) opened its doors in 2002, they had expected to be reasonably busy. That turned out to be an understatement. They weren’t just busy, they were inundated, getting busier all the time. And then the economic crisis arrived – and business went through the roof. 

“When the recession hit, people became more conscious of cost and started valuing their clothes more. We do a lot of replacing zips, taking up hems, altering old clothes to fit,” says Bray. The shop, in St Day in Cornwall, now employs 12 people, and turns out a constant supply of fixed pockets, patched jeans, relined jackets, and taken up hems. While the small jobs are the bread and butter of the business, they have also on request expanded into upholstery, marine-ware (such as boat covers and cushions), and even academic gowns for university graduates.

According to Pippa, it’s a huge growth industry but there are not enough skilled people. “I’m always being asked to show people how to put in a zip or patch jeans. It’s just not taught anywhere any more. Good clothes are like old friends and it’s nice to see when people don’t have to throw away a jacket or something they’ve had for 20 years.”

Making or altering clothes may seem like a humble pursuit. But research by the Craft & Hobby Trade Association (CHA-UK) shows that the entire crafting industry (which also includes knitting, cake decorating, painting and other handycrafts) is worth a whopping £3.1bn to the UK economy. It is also, as if from nowhere, wildly popular. About 3.5 million people in the UK are involved in making their own clothes with a sewing machine according to CHA-UK, and of that number 433,000 only started sewing in the last 12 months.

“The last few years have been epic for the industry,” says Fiona Pullen, founder of the Sewing Directory and described by some as the godmother of the sewing world. She thinks the economic crisis has driven people towards a more Make Do & Mend mentality, and growing environmental awareness is making people more conscious of where their clothes come from. “People are trying to be less disposable. They would rather buy something quality and keep repairing it. The Great British Sewing Bee helped a lot [John Lewis has seen a 22% increase in sewing machine sales since the show ran last year] but shows like that simply piggy back on existing trends. It was already happening.”

Tom van Deijnen runs the Visible Mending programme in Brighton and has a mission to show that repairs to clothes can in themselves be beautiful. “Wear your darn like a badge of honour,” he says. When he takes on a commission he asks, “Why would you like me to repair this? What makes you want to keep it?”

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Tom van Deijnen – “Wear your darn like a badge of honour”. Photograph: Tom van Deijnen

“I started repairing because I realised there is a lot of work and skill involved in making clothes. It takes a long time. I began to appreciate the skill and effort all these anonymous people put in to making clothes for the high street. If you want to make people understand why £4 for a T-shirt is not the right price, get them to make an item of clothing. We should respect them for making these clothes for us, especially at the prices we pay.”

Although the mending movement is still small, Tom says it is growing and people are coming round to the idea that you can’t just throw things out any more, you need to fix them. He points out that Repair Cafés, where you can turn up with anything from a wonky chair to a smashed smart phone and find out how to fix it, are becoming increasingly common. “People are starting to see the importance of repairing again,” he says.

“They don’t teach sewing in most schools nowadays, or mothers don’t get a chance to teach them, or they’re frightened, they think the machine is going to run away with them,” says Mary Ann Robbins, who runs workshops around Buckinghamshire and Hertfordshire under the name Sewing Seams Easy, teaching people how to use a sewing machine and to refashion old clothes. Over the last couple of years her business has grown dramatically. 

Dressmaking and refashioning has also seen a huge upsurge in interest, partly, according to sewing blogger Rachel Pinheiro, thanks to the internet. “The techniques of sewing are the same now as they were 100 years ago. There is nothing new when it comes to making things. But over the last few years people have begun to find each other and share ideas as they have never been able to before. There are fresh ideas in terms of design and colour, and a change of aesthetic. It’s brought a whole new audience to the hobby.” Sewing and mending communities are springing up and forming networks via twitter or Pinterest, through innovations like as #makedoandmendhour, where every Thursday evening Jen Gale of the Makedoandmendyear blog, hosts a hashtag-based hubbub of ideas, jokes, and requests for mending advice.

“It really is a wonderful community to be a part of,” says Pinheiro. “That’s one of the great attractions of sewing, it’s the people. We joke there is a special sewing gene that makes that person immediately friendly.”

For Fiona that community has been the bedrock of her new career. The Sewing Directory was meant to be a minor pastime that fit around her young son, but the sudden explosion in popularity means it has taken over. “I work 60 hours a week,” she says. “I could take on people and work seven days a week but there is still more work.” Her success has also opened other opportunities: she now trains other craft businesses in the dark arts of SEO and marketing, she writes regularly for sewing magazines, and has just finished her first book, a guide to running a creative business. “It’s not just me,” she says. “Lots of my customers are so busy.” 

“Sewing is empowering,” says Rachel. “Not just in terms of creativity, but it also allows you to share knowledge with others, to make friends around the world and experience their culture. The internet is like a chemical agent for speeding everything up. Whatever is going on in the world, the sewing community responds somehow.”

On 14 April, for example, the anniversary of the Rana Plaza tragedy in Bangladesh, people wore their clothes inside out to show the labels, to show they weren’t supporting the companies implicated in the disaster. Rachel says “people who sew their own clothes have their own labels. We can say ‘this is made by me’, the exact opposite of the mass manufactured industry.”

That is a kind of satisfaction that can’t be beaten, according to the nouveau-stitchers. “People want the satisfaction of being creative,” Rachel says. “But life is also busy and this is a way people can find each other, they can find their club.”

Melbourne Flower & Garden Show 2014

Today, I spent a lovely day with my daughter Miss C, at the annual Flower and Garden Show.

It was a beautiful Autumn day, perfect for the show.

It is held in the Royal Exhibition Building and the adjoining Carlton Gardens.

They were completed in 1880 for the first International Trade Show to be held in Melbourne.




Turtle spitting water at boy. A sense of humour.



Loved the train track and toy train going around the garden bed.


French lunch anyone ?


Plastic drinking cups poked into wire, make pretty flowers.


We head inside to the beautifully restored Exhibition Building.

I love the beautiful murals and high domed ceiling.








Human body.




Jacket and skirt.


Popcorn Dress






I hope you enjoyed your tour of the show and some of my favourite photos.

There are many, many more beautiful displays that I was unable to photograph.

I think next year may be a 2 day trip.

I am heading off to bed for a well deserved rest.



An explosion of colour-Holi.

I am sharing the celebration of the Hindu festival of colour, joy and love called Holi.

On the weekend, I saw a picture of Holi in the newspaper.

The photographer had captured such joy and gaiety in his photo of women celebrating Holi.

The joy on the faces of the adult women made them resemble excited children.

It made me curious to learn more about what Holi was.

Googling Holi, I was met with an explosion of colour.

What I found were images of such brilliant colours, that my mood was instantly lifted.

I experienced the extraordinary power of colour on mood.


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Imagine every part of your body being coloured in brilliant pink, purple, blue ,green, orange and yellow powder.

What an amazing experience it must be, to be coloured and waterbombed, whilst in a crowd.

The photo below shows American students celebrating on campus.


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It is so rare that grown ups get to act like children.

The human face is indeed truly beautiful when ecstatically happy.

I can’t help but smile when I see such beautiful images of joyous people.


Photo above and below source: Getty images Au.


What a wonderful idea to celebrate joy and what an amazing way to cut through barriers and unite people.

How brilliant would it be, if Holi became a universal day that all people and nations celebrated?

What if Police sprayed demonstrators with riotous colour instead of pepperspray and teargas?

For the world to be happy and at peace for just one day a year.

How powerful would this celebration be?



I hope that I coloured your day today.

I wish you happiness and joy.

Happy belated Holi Day to you.

Cheers Linny xxxxx


Sailing the old way.

On Sunday, at 2-25p.m Hubby and I stumbled upon the good ship “Enterprize” . It was due to sail at 2.30p.m.

There was a storm brewing and the usually flat Bay was very choppy.

It took us two minutes flat to decide to throw caution to the wind and go for an hour long cruise on this lovely ship.

How often do you get to sail on a tall ship?

For us it was a first and it would make us step out of our comfort zones.


 The Schooner is a replica of the ship Enterprize that sailed in from Van Diemen’s Land or Tasmania as it is known these days.

The original Enterprize carried the first white settlers that started the City of Melbourne.

She is now crewed by volunteers and they were very keen to go for a sail.

Hubby and I were the only passengers on board., making it a very special experience.


I was enjoying the sailing experience and not in the least expecting to be put to work.

Neither of us have any sailing experience. I thought all I would be required to do was duck at times.

Not so, we were put to work.

Hubby had to help hoist the mainsail.

My allocated job was to hoist the smaller of the sails.

As I was wearing a skirt, I prayed that the windy conditions wouldn’t result in me wearing my skirt up around my neck.

In the event of this happening, I could see the crew jumping overboard and abandoning the ship.

I was surprised at how much energy is exerted in this process.

I confess, I had to ask for help to complete the hoisting of my sail.


Hubby was sent up the rigging and had to sit on the spar.

The view was great from up there, though it was a bit blowy.



I begged not to be sent up there as my recently eaten lunch was perilously close to coming back up.

We both prayed that we weren’t made to climb out onto the bow, to strap the sail down.

This female crew member was young and sprightly .

She did a great job under the windy weather conditions.


We both had a great time and were really happy that we made the spontaneous decision to try something new.

My stomach was very glad that we reached dry land.

Maybe sailing shouldn’t be done on a full stomach.

Have you done anything spontaneous or out of the norm lately?

Cheers Linny xxxx

P.S.  No craftwork happening here in the last two weeks. Those works in progress have seriously stalled.

I am hoping that the Autumn weather of cooler days and nights will inspire me to pick up the needles again.