Sewing : A personal history

Sewing is my sanctuary. It’s my place to dive into, to not think about work and to free my creativity from it’s everyday suppressive box.

My Mum taught me to sew when i was younger. She had a small Singer sewing machine (which I think she still has) that had a wheeled handle at the side which allowed the machine to move at your own speed. This was great at getting used to feeding the material through and getting to understand how the whole sewing-thing worked.

She then moved me onto another attendant propelled machine but this time was one that was operated by a foot lever. The lever was then attached by a shoestring of leather to the machine. This still allowed me to keep my own pace, but got me used to operating a machine with my feet!

Years passed, I grew up and sewing became a childhood memory. Mum passed onto me her old electric Singer sewing machine when she was moving house as she preferred the treadle machine. 

It sat in the loft for a while until about 6 months ago. 

I was seeing more and more things that I thought “I could make that” or was finding myself trying to work out the pattern/workings of the item.

I saw lots of tote bags becoming popular – good old 5p bag charge! I decided that this would be my first make! 

I then decided that since I can do that, I could make the dog a new bed! 

But that is for another post! 

Goodnight wordpressers!

Albert’s Girl x


Albert, the pooch and I

So my visit to Canada came and went. We got engaged, and had the most amazing time. It rained constantly, but that had very little impact on how glorious I found Vancouver and everything about it.

Ever since we’ve returned I’ve been in life planning mode. Thinking about practical purchases, what to do financially, and very adult discussions including mortgages and house prices (I’m far too young in my head for all this!).

Albert feels it would be too expensive to move to Canada and have a life there. He’s right if we were thinking about moving to Vancouver (there is some pricey housing to say the least!) but we’re in agreement that we would regret it if we didn’t at least try.

So I’m hoping to be able to document all the stages and experiences that come with moving abroad in the years to come, so others can get an idea of the processes and requirements that are needed.  In other words, the worlds longest how-to guide!!

In the meantime, I’d like to keep posting into the ether, about my life with Albert, my passion for sewing (everyone seems to be so i’m jumping on the proverbial bandwagon!) and all other of life’s trials and tribulations.  At least this might allow you (the reader) to take time out of your own lives to know that – life’s shit sometimes, but you’re not alone!!

All the best wordpressers!

Albert’s Girl x



Current Location: Vancouver, British Columbia

I’m here. Have been for 4 days now. I’m loving it!

It’s picturesque, the locals are friendly, and all I want to do is keep exploring this stunning city.

It’s everything I thought it would be AND MORE!!

We’ve been living like locals taking the bus (and Seabus!!) to explore the neighborhoods and cities.  Having dinner and looking in shops, comparing everything to back home and naturally putting a better spin on everything here.

I’m probably making things seem better than they are in England, and I should maybe give the mother land a break.  But this place is AWESOME!!


Oh, and something that makes this place the best place in the world..

Albert and I got engaged!!

Albert’s Fiancé


2 more sleeps

I’ve never been a person to count sleeps as a measure of time before an event. I think it’s more of a “Northern thing” ( being originally from the big smoke). 

But tonight is packing night, ready for tomorrow to head down to my aunt’s house. From there we will get a lift to the airport and say goodbye to this Kingdom for 2 weeks.

I have tonnes left to do, and my community caseload needs organising so it won’t go wild while I’m away. 

But I’m going to Canada in 2 sleeps, so meh!

Albert’s girl x

3 days

This time on Thursday I will be on a plane flying high above the Canadian clouds en route to Vancouver.

I am beyond excited!!

Although there is a part of me that is mega worried I have forgotten something to plan or pack (although I know I have 3 days to remember stuff!!).  It’s still a very exciting yet nervous time!

Flights sorted. Travel insurance bought. Transfers from the airport booked. Accommodation sorted.

I think because this is my first time ever visiting the country I think I could settle in, I am putting way to much pressure on this trip being amazing.

However, if I needed more reason as to why it is fate that I live in this country I found it this weekend.
Albert enjoys video games and all things Nintendo/X Box/Playstation related.  The weekend we will be arriving in Vancouver, there is a convention which is host to lots of retailers and game enthusiasts which Albert is all over and all about going to!

Another sign I have had was waiting at a roundabout to take the last exit.  A massive haulage lorry passes me, with my last name and “International Removals” brazened on the side.

I don’t think I need any more signs! (I’m obviously a fully functioning adult without a cognitive or neurological deficit who understands and is aware that it takes more than coincidences for life-changing decisions to be made)

But it helps!


Albert’s Girl x


4 Weeks 5 Days

Not that i’m counting.

Someone asked me the other day how I could know that I would like to be in Canada.  When i told her my reasoning (or lack of and simply a gut reaction), she said she had the same pull to Bath, but once she had been there, it wasn’t anything she expected it to be.

This landed like a lead balloon in my stomach.  Although what she said next did make me feel better.

She found somewhere on the way back home that she felt she could really settle in – BINGO!

So as my flight is direct from the UK, it must be somewhere that i visit on the way back to my holiday let….right???!?

That’s how life works…..obviously!

Albert’s Girl x




September 2016

Making decisions is not one of my strong points. I’m someone who empowers others to take hold of their lives and chose their path, but would never practice what I preach. I’m someone who ( as part of their training and job) naturally seeks out all the options so a well informed decision can be made – makes the process so much damn harder!!

Let’s ease up a bit though. The decision I need to make is not life threatening. It will not cause any physical (maybe some emotional) harm, and will not change the course of life itself!

But it can change the course of my life, and my partners life entirely. It will change my family’s lives and my urban family.

Some context maybe…..

I am a woman ( that’s weird to write – I continually think of myself as 19) who is in her late 20’s (also not the nicest of things to admit) who is in a stable and awesome relationship (apologies). I live in a lovely, somewhat squashed house with my boyfriend and friend (dead cheap rent!!), cat and dog. I have a permanent job within the NHS, a few Beyonce style luxuries (shoes on my feet – I bought ’em) and life isn’t all that bad (until Monday morning rolls around).

But I have never felt settled.

I moved house many times at uni, and have moved thrice since returning from uni. Every house I live in isn’t quite right. It doesn’t scream HELL YEA THIS IS IT BABY!

I’ve always had a pull to Canada. I’ve never been, but something deep down, like gut wrenchingly deep, stirs when I think about living in the UK that says ” but it’s not quite Canada is it??!”. I have no idea what it’s like to live in Canada or whether I even like the country. But I just know it’s the place that is everything that I could ever want or wish for, and probably more.

Am I crazy?? Surely you guys have those feelings that are completely unfounded or poorly evidenced but you just know that it’s the absolute right thing to do.

So yea, after all my ramblings my decision is – do I move to Canada or stay in the UK?

Albert’s girl x