A friend just emailed me and asked me what I had made on International Quilt Day? International Quilt Day… Never heard of it. Her email went on that, “traditionally the third Saturday in March is International Quilt Day when quilters make a point of working on a quilt on this particular day.”
This year she was notified that the third Saturday would be the start of International Quilt Week.
Now I like this idea a lot. It is only in the last few years that I have become interested in making quilts. I have always loved the tactile nature of fabrics but paper and card have always been my first love.
However, through classes and the generosity of spirit of so many quilters I am beginning to enjoy this art genre.
Now I don’t think I will ever make a quilt for a king size bed nor will I make a quilt built on blocks made of triangles and little squares. I tried a 12 inch block and to say I was frustrated is a total understatement. I have the utmost respect and admiration for those patch workers and quilters who do make the most intricate quilt blocks. I can admire their work knowing how difficult it is.
I have sat in front of quilts at quilting exhibitions and been totally in awe. There was one quilt of a night sky which i vividly remember because initially I thought it had been done with oils but in fact it had used fabric.
There are so many artists in the quilting world and then there are people like me, very late to it but enjoying the journey it is taking me on.
So if you are a quilter or ever have been enjoy Quilters Week.
I think we sometimes forget just how powerful the smallest act of kindness can be. It doesn’t have to be an all blazing flashing lights act.
Simply saying hello to someone whom you meet as you take your daily walk can change someone’s day.
Having the courtesy of not answering your mobile/cell phone at the check out in a shop. The person at the check out deserves that little bit of courtesy.
How about saying “thank you” a little bit more often. They are two powerful words which lead to overwhelming kindness if we all took it on board.
Although sometimes it feels as if it is only a minority of people who are showing kindness it is still powerful.
So today start the battle of kindness you just never know where it might lead to.
I think why this is resonating with me is that I called to a travel agency a few days ago and although the agent wasn’t overtly rude the over-riding feeling I got was of being dismissed. Thinking it was only me I didn’t say anything but on leaving a few minutes later hubby, who is generally the quietest gentlest man you would meet, said ” never again and I would definitely never recommend that travel agency. I will not be dismissed like that again”. Wow I was taken aback.
This called for an immediate cuppa. Well the young staff in the nearest coffee shop were the total antithesis of the travel agent and totally restored his faith in human kindness.
As my waistline, well really all of me if I am to be honest, has greatly increased in size. Sooo, I decided to join a slimming group. I have done it before but never found the groups overly friendly especially if attending on one’s own. Yesterday back after the initial week and two people engaged me in conversation. I was so delighted that they went out of their way to speak with me. It may not have meant anything to them but it made my day.
So perhaps we can all do our bit to overwhelm the world in a good and positive way. The strange thing about showing kindness towards others is that it comes back to you. So it is a “win win” situation.
Oh my goodness but I do have to share. I am so excited..…
I don’t know if anyone lives with psoriasis which is a pesky skin condition which can be genetic or triggered by the environment and to which there is no known cure. So it is a case of managing the symptoms.
What I have found very hard to deal with is the itch that is attached to psoriasis. Especially when they occur on the face. You can image you are talking with someone and then your nose starts itching and you suddenly turn into Samantha from Bewitched ( the TV programme for those of a certain age). Or inside the ear starts to itch and there is no way one can just start scratching and making things worse.
I have found something which relieves the itch and it is made right here in Ireland. It is called Emmy’s Balm and made in Lucy’s Soap Kitchen in county Leitrim. I am on a high! Oh my it is so great. I can use this balm at any time and it really soothes the skin.
Now on the website there are other products among which is absolutely beautiful soap. Yes I know if one has psoriasis one is not supposed to use soap. But sometimes I just have to break out and am I glad I did. “Bleating Soap” just called to me. It is unscented which is great and it is made from goats milk. It is so soft and so gentle. In fact it is a little piece of luxury.
The other product which I have now used is a mosituriser. Oh but it is soooooo soft and gentle. It is absorbed very well even on my patchy, pesky skin and the beauty of it is that I can use it as often as I like. The other thing I really like about it is its colour which is Avocado green!! Personally avocados and I are not soul mates. I cannot stand eating them but in this mosituriser we are in a totally different world. It feels so luxurious. It is also nut free, gluten-free and preservative free.
Now before anyone asks “No, I have not been paid for writing this blog post.” I just am on a high having found products which I can use on my skin without causing further discomfort. But, as I said before psoriasis is a pesky condition so it is wonderful to have products which are easy to use, made from natural products and the added bonus they are made here in Ireland.
Now just to be perfectly clear anyone can enjoy these products. One doesn’t need to have a pesky skin condition. Anyone can enjoy these wonderful products. I have only tried tow products so far but maybe I just might try a few more.
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?
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.