Unbought Delicacies: AWOL

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

AWOL

Sorry for recent absence here; general malaise plus an upcoming dose of some sort of lurgy have resulted in doint hardly anything and not feeling like doing much at all; not the bet of starts to a new year, but things will have to be on the up fro now on Just trying to keep warm and get enough sleep for now seems about all I can manage; at least I can plan in my head though! Will be back asap. :)

Now I thin I've broken Blogger again - can't get a pic up; hey ho, see you soon!

8 comments:

mrsnesbitt said...: Yes the picture thing is annoying! I can get them up via my phone, failing that try picasa or windows livewriter. Dxx; 8 January 2013 at 17:44
Sue xx said...: oh boy, it's been the same here but because of the extreme heat.
I broke the size limit on Blogger and have had to delete loads of posts and reduce picture size, if you google picasaweb.google.com and scroll down it will tell how much storage you have left
xxx; 8 January 2013 at 23:52
Jo said...: Hope you are feeling better soon.

Wishing you a healthy New Year : ); 9 January 2013 at 10:29
Simone said...: Sorry to hear you are under the weather. Get well soon! x; 10 January 2013 at 15:08
Writing from the Edge said...: Get better soon, Mrs L
Happy 2013; 11 January 2013 at 23:20
Debbie said...: Hope you are are well again very soon. Happy new year!
xxx; 13 January 2013 at 09:19
karen jane said...: Where are you?
Missing your take on the universe.; 23 February 2013 at 11:50
ally said...: come back soon ...; 4 March 2013 at 18:53

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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Tuesday, 8 January 2013

AWOL

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