Sunday, 27 January 2013
Abducted by Aliens
Well, quite obviously I haven't been abducted by aliens because here I am writing a blog post. I was at a loss what to use as a title for today's post so opted for the completely absurd. Because it has been a busy old weekend and there isn't a lot to report round here. All the sewing stuff had to be put away as we had guests for Sunday dinner today. I even (sob!) hoovered and tidied.
What I can tell you is my orange thread has arrived so normal service can resume on the quilting front tomorrow and soon - I hope - Singing for the Blues will be another finish for 2013.
My creative eldest, Helen, made me a quilted basket to her own design, telling me it was to put all my things in when everything had to be put away (like today). Then I wouldn't be stomping around, cursing, when I couldn't find anything when I brought it all back out again. Okay, those are my words, not hers. Hers were ever so nice, along the lines of 'I made you something, Mummy, for you to keep your things in.' I interpreted much more meaning into it than might have been intended. The basket is lovely though, and so nice to see that she can make her own binding, finishing it by hand. My help was not asked for at any point in the creation of this. Bless, that does make me ever so happy.
Finally, I got some lovely post from a fabulous friend. She had a box and card bobbins sent to me so I could organise my embroidery threads. I used to use my embroidery threads quite often, until the girls got involved as well and all my threads seemed to turn into one big tangled heap. So now I have no excuse, as pretty soon I will have them in exemplary order. I just have to track them all down. Give a child a thread and she'll bugger off with the whole darn lot. And, as I discovered in one child's bedroom in my search, she will think that embroidery threads are ideal for crocheting with. Which may explain why they have been expressly forbidden to touch my perle cottons.