Unbought Delicacies: Oooooohhhhh look.......................

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Oooooohhhhh look.......................

.............up the top there ^^^^^^^^^ LOL

Thankyou to Leanne at Somerset Seasons (http://www.somersetseasons.blogspot.com/) for helping me out with this. I hope the titles are self-explanatory, and I'll get around to filling them up in the next day or so. Makes me feel a bit more organised..........lol

3 comments:

Carolyn said...: Ooooooooooh, looks great!!! Think that is what my blog could do with!
I look forward to seeing the pages fill up!!; 10 February 2010 at 15:48
Rowan said...: I love your new background and shall have to investigate the source for something similar. I love your new headings too, must speak nicely to Leanne:) I'm really looking forward to reading the entries especially under the books and make it sections.; 11 February 2010 at 19:48
MrsL said...: I'm sure Leanne won't mind me telling you LOL.
If you go into New Post at the top right, and lick on the Edit pages tab, it will come up with a blue buton saying New Page - that's it. Leanne reckons that although it says you can have up to 10, only 5 will show at the top, due to the width of the blog.
Hope that helps :)
I'm looking forward to getting pictures on soon.

MrsL

xx; 11 February 2010 at 19:52

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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Wednesday, 10 February 2010

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