Friday, 11 March 2022

Friday 11th March - End of the Week

 Getting the blog written yesterday was quite a challenge. A whole load of windows updates went through, and Blogger was cranky for a while; photographs on my main page not loaded, and the icons all disappeared on the 'new post' page so there was a fair bit of guesswork and a number of deep sighs.

Reloading the pages seemed to work, without my losing anything I had already types in, so all ended well and without tears.

Today - everything seems normal - what passes for normal - maybe I shouldn't speak/type too soon.

After yesterday's full day, with almost everything getting done, today, as I rather thought it would be - was a rather different story!  

First thing, the weather looked promising, but even as I looked out of the window the clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped, and a sharp draught found its way through the windows on the North edge of the bay.

I put away all thoughts of going out!

It was an opportunity to catch up with my 'Commonplace Book'

I've been keeping these for some years now, and every so often go back and discover what was attracting my interest back then.

  I haven't made a good job of copying Harry the Cat's tail; it looks more like he is sitting on an earthworm. It will be enough of a clue.

I tend to take screenshots of things I trip across on the internet, and then transfer them to notebooks.

I opened today's Noah's Ark window. I have at last sorted out the connection between the scripture quotation revealed in the window, and the Biblical commentary in the booklet. It's quite simple - there isn't one.  Luke chapter 18 v 25 is about it being easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. The commentary was about Abraham. I can't remember if Abraham had an camels; I remember the sheep and goats and donkeys.

I've made progress on the felted tea cosy; I was delighted to find that the cut edges showed no desire to fray. Even so, I thought a line of blanket stitch would not come amiss   

Which is when I discovered that the blue embroidery thread was a skein that had no paper loops to hold it in shape, and showed every desire to unravel into a horrid tangle. That was soon sorted.

I've only done one side; the tea pot was carried off to the kitchen before I could check the other side before cutting the slit. I'm not sorry - it can be a job for another day.

I've started a trial on the cat embroidery on a spare piece of fabric. Then I had a panic - what if Ang hates cats? Then a remembered, this is MY piece, so I get to keep the cat! Sewing with pale grey thread on pale cream fabric is definitely an eye-watering activity. I've also decided to make the whole picture a bit smaller, and do some practice tulip embroideries. Satin stitch is SO not a strong point! 

My beautiful variegated threads arrived. I have a feeling that each one will need to be wound on to a piece of card before I use them.

The first Lent resolution has been - bent? Can I call it a greenstick fracture rather than a break? Quite a few 'older ladies', and I suspect I fall into that category every so slightly, are following a course in a book called 'Strong women stay young'. Exercising every day is one of my Lent activities, and I have bought a copy to get more ideas.

I shall have to make good by keeping to the resolution.

Finally, Ukraine. If you would like to join in, a prayer collective is organising that, as in World War 2, we stop whatever we are doing for one minute tor 

pray for world peace, for an end to conflict and for the restoration of tranquillity to all people on the earth, and for families to look to God for their safety and to see their salvation.  

The time for the United Kingdom is 8pm. Just one minute. Peace on Earth, and Goodwill to all peoples.

1 comment:

  1. What a comforting idea to use that one minute so well.