On the back of our sweary bobble hats, Lee’s best mate in Brum commissioned a politer version, but one with the incredibly strong and powerful message to ‘Fu#k Cancer’. Cancer stole my gorgeous little girl , my beautiful mother, my fun loving brother-in-law and my funny teenage cousin. It has also impacted so many other family members and friends. So I spent much of this weekend knitting up our latest design and this lovely lot will be posted off to their new owners tomorrow! If you want one for yourself then just drop us a message … each sale includes a donation to Cancer Research.
Oh and this is one bobble hat that I will most definitely be wearing with pride … Fu#k Cancer indeed!
My brave and beautiful mother lost her fight against cancer this week. With her pin-up girl looks, stunning figure, and her glamour and style, it is little wonder that my father has loved her since they were both just 17. Towards the end of my mother’s illness my father spent many hours sitting at her bedside, talking with her and tenderly holding her hand.
My sensitive, thoughtful, caring husband Lee has captured this immense love between my parents with this simply beautiful and extremely touching pencil drawing.
For my mother Janice … loved and adored by the same man for 61 years ❤️
Lee and I had our very first wedding anniversary at the weekend (also his 51st birthday of course) and to celebrate we booked a cute little circus wagon in North Amsterdam which we found on Air BnB.
I awoke in the wagon in the big cosy bed, with the birds singing and the sun shining, and my romantic husband presented me with a red heart shaped box. I was so thrilled when I opened it to find this beautiful Snow White brooch that Lee had hand crafted in Das clay with a scalpel, and hand painted in acrylics especially for me.
Snow White is so very special to me as my angel Abigail adored Snow White and we played “Some day my prince will come” at her funeral.
I waited a very long time for my prince but he was definitely worth that wait … ❤️🌈⭐️🌹💜
So a week ago I was feeling a little emptional. It was 21 years since my baby daughter Abigail died after an operation to remove a brain tumour. 21 years without a little girl that I only had the privilege of having in my life for 22 months. Way over a year ago I had mentioned to Lee that I would like an angel tattoo in a similar style to the heart tattoo of us both that we have on our left thigh. Lee created the drawing and I somehow never got around to getting the tattoo. However, last week felt right. I clocked off work half hour early and my lovely husband worked late into the evening to create this beautiful blue eyed cherub with light brown hair and a sweet smile. Simply beautiful … for my beautiful Abigail. ❤