Monthly Archives: November 2006

A free weekend

This weekend was what we term not terribly accurately “a free weekend.” There was much to do but it wasn’t rehearsals, classes, meetings scheduled by someone else.

So they raked,
I baked,
I ironed,
he ran errands,
the childrens’ friends came over and they played,
they knitted,
they created,
we read,
I stamped and created,
we worshiped,
we napped,
she quilted,
we ate.

Keepers at home

Saturday morning the girls and I gave up our sleep in and were on the road by 8:30 on the way to a Mother/Daughter craft workshop. The day was organised by a group called Keepers at Home and I had been invited to teach a scrapbooking class. I had agreed after the girls had both said they were keen to participate too. It is not a group we belong to so we only knew a couple of people there, but it was a wonderful day and a blessing to each of us.

My class was scheduled for the afternoon so A10 and I signed up for cake decorating in the morning. We learnt some great tricks and techniques before decorating a cake each. At the same time L12 was doing the beginner crochet class. She learnt how to start and do single and double crochet and then started on a granny square.

We enjoyed a potluck lunch together and then A10 helped me with the scrapbook class while L12 learnt how to do a log cabin square. My scrapbook class was great fun, everyone had a different theme in the photos they had brought with them and approached their pages with a different style. They all finished in the time alloted and the pages looked wonderful. A10 and I were kept busy cutting, advising and encouraging everyone.

L12 did a beautiful job on her log cabin square and now a week and a half later she has started on her first log cabin quilt. Some of the classes were taught by teenage girls and others by older women, it was great to see the women of different ages all working together, learning from and encouraging each other. I hope we are invited again.

A cup of…

tea cupA friend gave me this cup to me last Saturday. It is to go in my new china cabinet, which the same friend introduced me to, you might say. This friend and I have known each other for a few years but we keep finding new common interests we can delight in or participate in as “partners in crime”.

A month ago my parents returned to Australia after a wonderful two month stay. As a diversion the day they left, my friend invited me to accompany her to a house which had recently been vacated. The owners wanted to sell anything that was still there. I was after furniture for my living room, which has been a furniture free zone for six years. (except when two Lazy Boy recliners visited for a couple of months..). My friend was after china, linens and vintage Christmas tree ornaments. I spied a sideboard and a couple of other pieces I thought might work. She found some beautiful china, and as I looked over her shoulder I commented on the lovely little black cup, thinking that it was unusual to see black in a delicate piece of china. I was not after china, as I have inherited some from both my grandmothers. We made our mental lists and left to talk to our husbands about how and when to pick up our finds.

When we did go back the sideboard was even nicer than I had remembered and while watching my friend carefully chose her cups and saucers I looked at the cabinet they were sitting in. It would be perfect, only one place for it, it was the same colour as the sideboard, could I have it? Yes. How had I missed it last time? I was quite excited and my friend was just as excited as I was. My living room would be devoid of furniture no longer.

So as I wait for the cabinet to be put in its place and made level I am so grateful for my friend who wished to cheer me up, encouraged me to buy the pieces I’d become smitten with and then rejoiced with me over the thought of filling them and using them in my home.