Unbought Delicacies: Just one little thing.............

Thursday, 12 June 2008

Just one little thing.............

Sometimes, just one little thing is all it takes to send your great or OK day spiralling to the depths. Something you read on the net, something someone says to you, something you dwell too much on and read too much into, something you are doing going a bit wrong - everything comes unravelled very quickly and despair descends. You can't always put your finger on the exact event, or it may be a culmination of several little or even larger things, but it happens.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: I feel for you, I know how that is, one second you're just bobbing along, and the next WHOOSH, it's all gone.

Hope things get better as the day progresses.; 12 June 2008 at 07:06
Leanne said...: I know exactly what you are describing Sarah, it happens here sometimes. Hope it helps to know you are not alone.

leanne x; 12 June 2008 at 07:21
MrsL said...: Thanks for that; better this morning after a night's sleep, but something is still irking me, but I don't know what!!! Ah well, as I say, onwards and upwards, back to the sewing machine.........:0); 12 June 2008 at 08:05
Greentwinsmummy said...: ooo I loathe that niggly feeling,Its like having a monkey on your back is my description of it :oS
Hope it hops off soon
x x x x; 12 June 2008 at 10:50
kathyann said...: I do know how you feel Sarah,thing niggle away at you from time to time but I have discovered many people here in blogland who I can call friends who will lend a shoulder and ear when you need it!!!Hope your day gets brighter!!
Love and hugs from Kathy and the girls; 12 June 2008 at 13:09

I have found such joy

I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase;
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things- old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.

~ Grace Noll Crowell

Ideas for handmade gifts

Small knitteds - gloves, scarves, hot water bottle covers, hats, tea cosies, phone covers, little toys,,cushion covers, bags. Some of these can be felted/fulled for extra interest.
Edibles - chutneys and jams, pickles, nice teas in a vintage/retro tin, sweeties, toffees, mustard, home made wine and liqueurs, home dried fruits, ketchups.
For the home - trimmed tea towels, handknitted dishcloths, quilted wallhangings, small samplers, restored picture frames, pot pourri, lavender bags, covered coathangers, little scented bags for hanging on handles, framed photos of family,etc you've taken yourself, pincushion,needle book, scissor keeper, book of promises (eg babysitting, 1 hour's housework, the ironing, etc)
Bathtime - homemade soap, bath oils, bath salts, knitted washcloths, herbal bags for the bath, hand sewn toilet bags, trimmed hand towels, homemade lotions and potions packed in pretty jars and bottles.
For the garden - home saved seed in handmade decorated packets; homemade handcream, exfoliating soap, wheat bag for those digger's aches and pains!

Handmade books, personalised printed notepaper and envelopes.
Hamper of bits and bobs from the above lists, packed in a pretty lined basket.

I'll add some more as and when I think of them; These can be used all year round and easily tailored to the recipient - everyone loves a homemade gift. :)

Inspiring thoughts.............

I saw a man, an old Cilician, who occupied an acre or two of land that no one wanted.
A patch not worth the ploughing, unrewarding for flocks, unfit for vineyards;
he, however, by planting here and there among the scrub cabbages or white lilies and verbena and flimsy poppies, fancied himself a king in wealth, and coming home late in the evening, loaded his board with unbought delicacies.
Virgil

I had no theories to prove. I merely wanted to try living by my own hands, independently as far as possible from a system of division of labour in which the participant loses most of the pleasure of making and growing things for himself. I wanted to bring in my own fuel and smell its sweet smell as it burned in the hearth I had made. I wanted to grow my own food, or forage after it. In short I wanted to do as much as I could for myself, because I had already realised from partial experience the inexpressible joy of doing so.

Harlan Hubbard, Shantyboat: A River Way of Life

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Thursday, 12 June 2008

Just one little thing.............

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