Unbought Delicacies: Surely the time for all this sort of thing is past?

Tuesday 29 September 2009

Surely the time for all this sort of thing is past?

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20090929/tuk-22-000-for-breakfast-at-tiffany-s-6323e80.html

I don't think I need to comment, really, do I? Apart from a huge sigh of despair perhaps.

4 comments:

Carolemc said...: If people really have £22000 to throw away like this - wouldn't it be better spent in Africa where millions are currently starving?

I agree it's time this country stopped idolising this type of excess and the whole celebrity nonsense.; 29 September 2009 at 08:48
Em said...: Your post has pulled me out of "lurkdom" to make a comment. I find it amazing that there are people who actually think this kind of excess is acceptable. I wonder who comes up with the ideas.
Many years ago I was invited to a day seminar to discuss debt and poverty and how these issues could be addressed in my area. Lunch was provided on a lavish scale. I voiced my dismay and asked if I could have the leftovers for the homeless this was refused as I did not have a refrigerated van. I'm not a spoilsport but I find waste and excess on that scale obcene.

Thats my morning "grump" over. I also want to say how much I enjoy your blog.; 29 September 2009 at 11:08
Stella said...: It's unbelievable, isn't it, that there are people that think this sort of thing is acceptable?; 29 September 2009 at 16:10
Bovey Belle said...: There's an old saying, "A fool and his money are soon parted . . ."; 29 September 2009 at 17:51

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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Tuesday 29 September 2009

Surely the time for all this sort of thing is past?

4 comments: