We had our school Harvest festival this week. It’s always held at the village church and never fails to amuse. It’s the first time, the parents see the whole school together. From the very littlest to the older ones. The younger ones nervously take to the front to sing their song. Quieter than they ever sang it in the classroom.
The younger ones of yesteryear are now the older ones. They comfortably belt out their few lines of harvest wisdom. We all sit attentively, not wanting to miss a word.
So it repeats each year.
Except this year it was different. Continue reading
Something a little different this week. Progress. Not just for me but the children too. I’ll start with my progress.
I’ve finished my navy skirt and I’ve finally settled on patterns for my next two sewing projects. I’ll get the agony over and cut them out at the same time. I am the world’s biggest procrastinator when it comes to the stage of cutting into fabric. Honestly, if I could do the first swish of the scissors with my free hand over my eyes, I would. After that I’m fine. It is the first snip that is my obstacle.
I always knew I wanted to use the beetle fabric for a blouse. I went through several patterns. Circling round. Laying out pattern pieces. Almost cutting out. Changing my mind, but I think I’ve finally settled on the Lara set. It nicely side steps pattern matching beetles down the front opening, by having no front opening.
The orange fabric is for a coat. Continue reading
There are times I envy the hound. She wakes up, stretches and is ready to go, whatever the day promises to bring. All she needs is her collar and she can head on out. She’s even happy to skip the collar part. It’s an easy start to the day. Whatever the season.
Contrast to her human pack. It’s the time of year when we’re waking up in the dark again. Same time, but no daylight. The radio alarm goes off, catching a Radio 4 presenter mid-sentence as they bring us up to date with the overnight news events. Always mid sentence. I seriously question if it’s a good way to start the morning. In an instant state of bewilderment. Left wondering who they are talking about, or where. Knowing I’ll have to wait for the news to cycle through again before the mystery is solved.
To add to this state, there is no daylight. I know I mentioned that part, but being in the countryside, we have no street lights either to ease the darkness. Even a self confessed morning person like me, finds it a bit more of a struggle to make it out from under the covers, when the sun hasn’t made it over the horizon. To add to the fun, the Teen has turned eco-manic about electricity. All lights are now turned off overnight. Before the gentle glow of the landing light would reach along the corridor and help with navigation. No more. It is pitch dark. I spring out of bed and then quickly remember to tread carefully in case the hound has managed to sneak up overnight, and is laid out, occupying the floor.
And so my morning starts.
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