Just stuff

Time seems to be speeding up again, weeks are going by so fast at the moment.

I've been super busy decorating my living room. It was definitely time for an upgrade, but it's not easy when you have no where to put your stuff, so had to do the room in bits, moving furniture, craft supplies, stuff, etc, then paint it. I'm nearly there, painting done - just have to put my stuff back. But there is less stuff than there was. About three years ago I divided my long and narrow living room into two, moving a large shelving unit across. Behind it I made a craft room where I could make and store stuff. I now want my living room back. But in these three years I have managed to accumulate more stuff than one person needs. I have managed to sell/donate quite a lot, but there is still stuff to get rid off. I don't want it to go to landfill. Help is on hand though, the textile group I'm a member of is having a stash sale in a few weeks time. Just got to package some of this stuff up now.

I've noticed that the summer is gradually turning into autumn whilst on my short train journey to work. The luscious green fields have turned yellow as crops mature, two tone green stripes appear when the grass has been cut for silage. The black plastic covered hay bales that dot the fields look like shiny pieces of jet in the sunshine and berries are appearing on the hedgerows and trees. It's good to take time to look (wish i could capture this in a photograph)

Can I announce "I've bought a frock". !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, this is nothing new for most women, but I live in trousers/jeans as they are so comfortable. However my daughter has got her degree after 6 years of part time study with the Open University and I've got a Graduation Ceremony to attend, so a frock had to be purchased. I'm so proud of her as its not been easy. During these six years a lot of life has happened to her

Having a child

Break up of her 10 year relationship (so now a part time single parent)

Moving to a new home

The death of her father

Moving home again (private rented properties offer little stability)

Death of a long time friend

Can I say again, how terribly proud of her I am.

Now a little rant

First Class postage. I thought this meant next day delivery? 

Q: So when does First Class not mean First Class.

A: When its a Friday. (Or Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday)

I get a request to make a hat for a new born baby boy who's dad is  DJ. So while waiting for the paint to dry (see earlier in this post) I crocheted a hat.

Rushed down to the main Post Office with my little parcel. That will be £3.40 for First Class, but if you want it there the next day it will be £10.00. The yarn only cost a couple of pounds. So I selected £3.40 and kept my fingers crossed it would arrive on the Saturday. If not, at least it would look like I tried. Well it did get there on the Saturday, phew. And it fit.

A Return

Back in the late 1950s/early 1960s, my father's aunt donated a fire screen to a local church fundraising event. Last weekend my parents attended a social event in Kendal and had a conversation with some friends of friends (you know how it goes). 'Did you know I have your Aunt Mary's fire screen?", "Would you like it back?". My father does remember it being in the front room of his Aunt's house. So here it is in all its glory, safely moved to my parents' home.

Apologies, lots of words and not many pictures in this blog - does this mean I'm growing up?

I hope you are all well. Ta ta for now.

Xx