Unbought Delicacies: Out of step

Saturday, 17 October 2009

Out of step

I often feel out of step with the current goings on on the modern world, but two things have reinforced this feeling significantly this morning; it's note ven 8 o'clock yet, it's going to be a llooooooong day :0
The first one was a short item on the morning news about a girl who took in her birthday cake to school to share with her friends. She was allowed to light the candles and blow them out and they all sang Happy Birthday, then the cake went back in the tin to be taken home as it was against the school's healthy eating policy tio allow them to eat it in school.

The second one is this story:

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20091017/tuk-firm-s-clothes-are-a-perfect-fit-6323e80.html

I used to laugh at the old hippy slogan "Stop the world, I want to get off", but I'm seriously considering having some t-shirts printed up with it now.

I despair.

2 comments:

Stella said...: I live my whole life feeling out of step with everyone else and it's sometimes not a very comfortable feeling. Thank God for the blog community!
What sort of a world are we creating where we fail to protect children from the really bad things in life and at the same time, we are making them afraid of simple pleasures such as eating a cake cooked by a classmate's mum? I'm surprised that they were allowed to have lighted candles!; 17 October 2009 at 07:58
Leanne said...: ridiculous!!

i am surprised they were allowed to light the candles too, health and safety regs you know (rolls eyes)

the world has gone mad, i feel increasingly alien on my own planet too. if you get a bulk batch of t-shirts sarah, i'll buy one from you!!

leanne x; 17 October 2009 at 08:55

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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Saturday, 17 October 2009

Out of step

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