Saturday, 14 January 2012

Gaelic psalm singing

Could listen to this all day...

Favourite books...............

............ seem to have been and are crofting books :)  This is the latest to add to my growing collection, just arrive this  morning. I keep looking at it but am determined to save it until later!
It's a month by month account of crofting life, based on a series of newpaper articles in, I think, the early 1950s. Or, as the jacket says ' Month by month Miss Wendy Wood leads us pleasantly through the Highland year is a series of sketches'
I intend to get my bookcases sorted out properly soon, grouping them looosely by subjext, so can then take an inventory of crofting books and see which ones I really *must* buy to add to my collection lol

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Bucket List

I've heard the term before, and knew what one was, but got around to watching the film itself at a friend's house this afternoon :)  It's been a long time since I watched a film, or any TV, so quite enjoyed the experience lol.  The film was quite good too, they must have had a lot of fun making it; thought I would cry, but I didn't in the end, in spite of the box of tissues given to me just in case lol
I've a notion to write one now, maybe more than one, for different parts of my life; whether I share them on here or not I don't know, I will see how it goes, and what comes out and ends up on the bit of paper.
has anyone else done one?

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Had to laugh

 - at the cover of the magazine Bean brought home!

Message from the Hopi Elders

So much in this wee film, please watch :)

Have put it down now...........

..........  it's finished lol


00.51 and I can't put my knitting down lol

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Poem for an exhaustive Sunday............

On Being a Domestic Goddess

I've washed the dishes, dried the dishes,

Put them all away.

I've tidied up and hoovered,

And kept the dust at bay.

My laundry's done, the ironing too,

With strength that I could muster,

The teatowels, sheets and pillow slips,

I even ironed the duster.

The toilet gleams, the sink as well,

The bath is shiny white;

The bath mat neatened nice and straight

Until it looks just right.

The stairs are clean, there's not a mark

Upon the wooden treads,

I dusted all the corners

When I went and changed the beds.

There's a line of flapping washing

Hanging smartly on the line,

The dog's walked, cat fed, chickens too,

And it's only half past nine.

There's a tray of fresh-baked fairy cakes,

And seven loaves of bread,

Fourteen jars of home made jam,

To keep them all well-fed.

A pot of boiling home-made soup

That bubbles on the Aga,

I don't see why domestic bliss

Should always be a saga.

All my hems are taken up and

All my socks are mended,

All my buttons sewn on tight,

Any less and I'm offended.

Half past three, a cup of tea,

And dinner's on the go.

Potatoes, carrots, peas and kale

-I grow my own, you know.

Family back by half past five,

And happy smiling faces,

Sitting round the table,

In all their rightful places.

Dinner done, more dishes washed,

It's really never ending.

I sit down in my comfy chair

And finish off the mending.

I knit and sew and cook and bake,

I don’t have time for telly;

You'll find me in the kitchen

Making wine and apple jelly.

And later on, a nice hot bath

To ease my aches and pains,

I'll get up in the morning, smile,

And do it all again.

I'm dedicated, strong and calm,

While under such duress,

I'm organised and punctual,

I've never heard of stress.

For I am woman, brave and staunch,

And never could be less;

I live my life for hearth and home

-A true Domestic Goddess.

Ofcourse it's me, as you well know!

But you'll be glad to find

That this Domestic Goddess

Exists purely in my mind!