Unbought Delicacies: Funny old day............

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Funny old day............

Just been a bit odd lol Spent some time out in the garden this morning, but it got too hot,amazingly, so came in for lunch and felt really awful - can only conclude itw as theheat, so I took myself off up to bed for a couple of hours. The wee room is on the north east corner of the house and well away from the 24 hour Rayburn, so keeps lovely and cool in the hot weather. I slept, and felt much better when I woke up, I think it was a combination of a stupidly late night catching up with me and the heat. I had a bit of a run-in with the bank this morning too which wasn't helpful, majorly frustrating, and now I have to go into town and try and sort it all out, so that put me on a bad footing for the rest of the day too.
I just feel unsettled now, as if I'm waiting for something to happen, whether big or small, major or minor, not sure.............. can feel a headache brewing too,might be weather related; . sitting down now with laptop and a glass of very posh red reduced to half price though ;) ) and will try to settle to some knitting in a bit. Dishes can wait for now. Something's out of kilter but I don't know what............................

2 comments:

Miss Sandra said...: I do hope things look up for you. The heat usually wreaks havoc on my senses and tends to give me headaches. Do try to catch up on your sleep. Tomorrow is around the corner...as to whatever is coming your way, may it be untarnished by vexation, and may the most delightful bliss find you!
xo!
Blissful Tidings,
Sandra; 24 May 2012 at 20:22
Quilting Cat said...: Hope you feel better soon, lack of sleep is the pits I agree. You need a shady tree to sit under with a glass of something cold and sparkling.; 24 May 2012 at 23:00

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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Thursday, 24 May 2012

Funny old day............

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