It’s been a pretty ordinary sort of week for us. I settle for ordinary and ok over upset and drama anytime.
In a previous life I worked in a wool and fabric shop. Saturdays always brought the unexpected, Mums trying to mend the frankly beyond mending, teenagers tentatively embarking on their first projects, and the chaps with beards. Chaps with beards invariably wanted to alter something, to attach something to a bike or a sports bag. The solution was usually velcro or tape, sewing was frequently not an option, glue was required.
Mr E, who has no beard, presented me with such a dilemma on Monday. The straps on his newly purchased rucksack were too short. Could I cut them here and here add some more strap, fold this here etc etc. We bought some tape, but his instruction on what was wanted were too complicated for me. So he cut the straps, folded the tape, I sewed the bits together under his direction. And voila one happy chappie.
Next day I went to my U3A meeting. The speaker was a former big band saxophone player. He was interesting to a degree. Big bands being more of my parents generation than mine. It was a shame he didn’t play any music to us.
Then Mr Trump, triumphed. The sky did not fall down.
And Sheila from Sewchet sent me details of my Secret Santa recipients. Am very excited. My stitching and knitting people are lovely. I have trawled and trawled their blogs to get to know them thoroughly inside out and back again. I have dug out patterns, magazines and books. I have scoured the internet for ideas and now think I have a plan of campaign. Things to be made, purchases to be pursued. I have a £10 spend limit. Tell me if you were my recipient what would like?
It snowed on Wednesday. Not much but a little. And my baby boy turned 28. OMG.
My poetry group was on Thursday. A lovely group of all ladies. Next month I have to choose some of my favourite poems to read. I wondered if anyone had a favourite poem? I keep thinking of the one called the Naming of Parts today, as it’s Armistice day.
I made the Christmas cake on Friday. The whole house smelt of singeing brown paper .
Yesterday it rained. I did some Christmas internet shopping.
Today it’s frosty but the sun shines. I have done the ironing and am about to have coffee before cooking a Sunday roast. The garden looks damp and bedraggled. Life goes on.
Jasmine ready to bloom next year.
Have a great week everyone.