On days like this...............

It's almost 6.30pm, and it's already getting dark outside; not being helped by the sky, heavy with  clouds and  threatening rain. The wind is up, and it's really quite blustery. Just the evening to get everything done and coorie doon by the woodburner, a couple of candles lit, a good book or a bit of sewing to to , or the whirring of the wheel to keep you company. However, it won't be tonight - the sitting room is still full of boxes of 'my stuff', some half unpacked, some not yet touched. Due to a major shift in plans, though, I am able to put my house back together again and re-make my home, it looks very likely that I will be staying in it, albeit it with massive changes in my personal life. So, in a couple of weeks time I hope to be back in there, woodburner lit, getting on with my life in the home that I love. Life is full of surprises, isn't it?

What can you get for 40p these days?

Four pieces of loveliness, that's what :)

The three pieces of fabric at the back are squares, look as if they might have been napkins maybe; the fabric reminds me of old American feedsacks, that sort of era, although in reality, more modern - destined for a patchwork using just them I think. The piece at the front is about 1 1/2 metres of edging, would look reallly nice run along a kitchen shelf.
One of my favourite charity shops came up trumps again. (Couple of books might have slipped in too............. lol)  such happiness for 40p. I'ts lovely having a simple life.

Look what arrived............

at my house this afternoon!

Heading for the press shortly!

A life of three parts

Life seems to me to consist of three parts: the absorbing and usually enjoyable present which rushes on from   minute to minute with fatal speed; the future, dim and uncertain, for which one can make any number of interesting plans,the wilder and more improbable the better, since - as nothing will turn out as you expect it to - you  might as well have the fun of planning anyway; and thirdly, the past,the memories and realities that art the bedrock of one's present life.............

Agatha Christie