I was asked recently what phrase or word, other than “I love you”, would I consider to be of paramount importance. For me it is “Thank You”. Those two words can lighten my day. They can bring such a feeling of worth and can at times validate me.
This means that when I receive a “thank you”, I now know it is genuinely meant and thus making it so much more important than ever before. Today when I held the door of a shop open to allow someone to exit that person said “Thank You” and it certainly made my day as there is generally no acknowledgement.
In fact fairly recently I held the door, open as I would, to allow a young lady to exit rather than barging my way into a shop only to be greeted with “It is no wonder that women are still looked down upon, when we still have women like you holding doors open.” I was so stunned that what to me was politeness would be seen as putting down women.
I hadn’t realised that things had changed so much that a gesture of thoughtfulness would be seen as an insult. Things have changed.
I hadn’t realised just how much value I put on those two words. Does it matter then when people do not express their thanks? For me it is important but for others it is way down their list of priorities. I have come to realise that I have to accept that difference, but with the proviso that the phrase “Thank You” is important to me and perhaps others need to respect that. Or am I asking too much?
During the last few weeks I have been hearing about Christmas traditions. I have been hearing about how baking is an integral part of the Christmas period. That decorating the tree is a special night. That getting that first Christmas card heralds the start of Christmas for others. The Christmas Movie is a night for chilling. The Christmas music is separate to Christmas carols. The Christmas poems. The Advent calendar and essential part of the Christmas. Visiting the crib in churches. Putting up the family crib.
The thing which has struck me is how diverse the traditions are yet there is a link. Practically each household has a different emphasis for each of the traditions. Each household is unique in this regard.
What I have learnt is that each household whether there is one person or twenty people living there have over the years absorbed traditions which suits that household and those traditions have developed. Some traditions have remained while others have been dropped for whatever reason.
Dropping a tradition can be hard especially if it is out of your control. However, it is amazing how quickly one can adapt to what is in essence a new tradition. Also adding in a new tradition can enhance the traditions of the household. Being open to new traditions and gradually absorbing them can re invigorate the meaning of Christmas.
Christmas is a unique experience for each individual. No one tradition is more important than another but the meaning of a tradition can be very personal and last for a long number of years.
I definitely believe my brain has gone on holidays or a least part of it. There are so many things I have forgotten about during these last few weeks. It really is embarrassing.
Forgot national book lovers day even though I love books. Nearly forgot National Girl Friends Day. I have missed two art exhibitions and a few other things have just slipped past. Really it is very irritating. I am normally on the ball but this year the concept of remembering seems to have disappeared. Now if just one person says it is to do with age I think I will scream.
But the icing on the cake is that I totally overlooked in fact I totally forgot, that on July 31st I set up my blog a year ago. Wow I can hardly believe that yet again I have forgotten something which I really shouldn’t have. It had taken me years to take the courage to even think about setting up a blog.
The actuality of naming, writing and publishing the blog was absolutely mammoth but with the backing of my other half, the practical help from Kerry at http://www.fabuliciousfifty.com and the voice of Marion resounding in my head I took the plunge. Nervous just doesn’t come near to how I felt when I hit the “publish” button.
Now over a year later I overlooked the date and didn’t celebrate.
A friend of mine who died during the year always said it was important to celebrate. To acknowledge achievements irrespective how big or small those achievements were. So Bernie here it goes, although it is a few months late I am taking heed and celebrating this first milestone.
What attracted me to this picture wasn’t the saying but the gorgeous scarf. I wonder what the actual print looks like? Is this scarf a long rectangle of silk or perhaps a large square of cotton? It took a few moments before I read the writing.
I normally read the back page of the newspaper while stirring my porridge. Yes an actual newspaper. I have tried reading the paper as an e paper but it was just not the same thing at all. Now the paper is delivered in the morning well in advance of breakfast.
Anyway, this morning having already read the paper I started to read the Saturday Magazine while stirring the porridge. I came across an article about accessories. The article was highlighting just one company and its accessories.
However the main photos were highlighting scarves! As I have mentioned in a previous blog I love scarves and how they are an essential part of me. (The Simple Scarf?) So my blog was little ahead of the Irish Times. (This is said with tongue in cheek)
Then I saw yesterday, that Niamh Daniels a wonderful silk scar designer, https://niamhdaniels.com, is showing her beautiful Silk Scarves in the Dundrum Centre, in Dublin today. But, not only are her scarves been modelled she is also demonstrating the different ways of wearing a scarf. That is an art form in itself.
So what a great way to start a day, porridge, an article on scarves and a pot of tea.
Exercise or the lack of exercise has suddenly hit me in the face.
You see I used to walk every day . Even if it was snowing( which very rarely happens in Ireland) or raining (more the norm here) I walked. Sometimes it was indoors following Jessica Smith on YouTube but I was regularly walking. However during the recent awful hot summer my exercise routine went out the window and disappeared into the stratosphere or somewhere similar and my quilting increased somewhat.
Oh yes I really do need to exercise. These ladies are fitter and slimmer than me. Now it isn’t that I don’t start to exercise. I do. I have given myself the 30 day challenge and have got as far as day 10, 18 and on the last occasion got to day number 23.
Now I have noticed those bat wings , which had trimmed up have now got flabby again so at least I have gone back to those 15 minutes of arm exercises. But really that isn’t enough. When crafting I will make sure to set my clock so that on the hour I will move and do some stretching exercises. But I have also noticed that my the number of WIPs (work in progress) has steadily increased while my mountain of “to be read ” books is now a small hill. Hmm I wonder is there any correlation?
So any tips on how to keep motivated. I do not do the gym; been there and fled. I detest swimming. Cycling is ok provided there are no cars ( and I live in a traffic congested town). I have tried horse riding but if I tried it now it would be called animal cruelty. I tried line dancing which proved to be fun but the only drawback was that I could never remember the steps from one week to the next.
So seriously any tips to keep going at this exercise lark? What is your motivation?
The scarf is really not just a simple piece of fabric which can be used as just a cover. It is much more.
81 years ago last month the iconic Hermes 35 inch square scarf was launched. Today there are over 800 designs. It was launched for the newly emerging emancipated woman who still had to keep her hair “in order”.
When Princess Grace of Monaco, formerly Grace Kelly, visited Ireland she wore a leopard print scarf as she climbed Croagh Patrick. I can remember as a child thinking that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She moved the head scarf in Ireland from being the ordinary every day wear to the “Sunday Best”. The head scarf became as grand as a hat.
Audrey Hepburn was noted for wearing scarves. She turned the scarf into a style icon. She loved wearing scarves so much, that instead of the traditional lace wedding veil she wore a scarf instead. She is quoted as saying ” When I wear a silk scarf I never feel so definitely like a woman, a beautiful woman.”
The French fashion designer and children’s author Sonia Rykiel once described a scarf as “to be the most beautiful thing ever invented to wear”. Wow, that is some claim. Perhaps you mightn’t agree with the statement but a scarf can add to an outfit, it can make an ordinary jumper into something special. I t can add that needed splash of colour.
I adore scarves. I have scarves which are over thirty years old. A scarf can be the colour link in an outfit. Of course scarves can be quite ordinary but do a great job of keeping one warm. These are what I call the “essential” scarves. Then again any scarf I wear is essential for me.
I enjoy making my own scarves but not however in silk. I leave that to the likes of Niamh Daniels https://niamhdaniels.com absolutely beautiful silk scarves designed by Niamh. However, if the occasion occurs when I don’t have a scarf to tie in with an outfit I will make a scarf. This occurred recently when I realised I had no scarf which matched both my coat and the outfit underneath. Some cotton fabric was turned into the ideal scarf.
I couldn’t imagine not having scarves in my wardrobe. They are as important to me as bags, gloves and of course shoes.
My craft room sounded differently and felt different. The colour on the wall had changed. I looked up from my megga sorting to find the rain had stopped and the sun was out.
I like the sound of the rain on the roof. There is something comforting about the rhythm of rain. Each shower has a different rhythm and funnily enough there is a totally different sound to rain after a long dry spell.
However, let me explain something. A long dry spell for Ireland is perhaps 7 days. Yes really seven days. This year was a heat wave which lasted from June until August with record low levels of rain throughout the country. Ireland has not experienced such a dry spell since 1976.
Today’s rain had a very soothing sound and it had a constant rhythm which gave a great background to a sort out. Yes it was time to sort out my fabric stash. Or that was the idea. Yes, I did start on my Christmas fabric. This lead me to taking down my “Christmas Journal” and choosing fabrics for people. Then I just had to think of items I could make for them. Which in turn lead me to a different selection of fabric. You know how it goes or perhaps not? Perhaps it is only me who goes off on these tangents.
It was the sound of the rain stopping which put a halt to my gallops and I realised that I had accomplished little or no sorting but had a great few hours thinking of people. So definitely not time wasted. Spread around me was a sea of Christmas colour with ideas for Christmas presents. My journal had new ideas with many word maps in varying different colour pens. (That reminds me I must try and see if I can get colour cartridges for my fountain pen.)
I know it is only October and I am thinking of Christmas but if like me presents are made then it does require numerous weeks to plan and execute.