A Milestone Overlooked

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.

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Gift

I came into the kitchen to be greeted with a myriad of colour. The winter sun was shinning in the garden but the kitchen was awash with different colours and patterns. Standing there it was as if someone had thrown splodges of colour around.

I suppose in one way that was what had happened exactly. My husband enjoys working with stained glass. It is something which he has only recently discovered and he is slowly finding out how he is enjoying putting shapes and colours together.This morning, through the various pieces of stained glass which he has hung in our kitchen, he gave a totally different meaning to “winter Sunlight”.

This morning the kitchen was awash with vibrant colours which could only bring a smile to one’s face.The colours were a reminder of the colours of the long hot summer we experienced this year. However they were also a joy to experience after days of rain which had emphasised the dark colours of winter.

Sun filtering through small shapes of glass brought a sense of vibrancy and vitality into the room. There was an energy in the kitchen this morning.

It was a totally unexpected warm and vibrant gift.

While Stirring the Porridge

 

 

Don't sweat it....keep moving! #STAYFIT

 

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.

How a Sound Can Lead Us to …

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.

 

 

Cricket balls or Scones

England to me has always conjured up afternoon teas and scones.  I still do not know why.  While recently in Shropshire I spent a week of being totally disappointed by the quality of scones.  Invariably they were heavy, doughy, totally lacking in flavour and in most cases the scone could have been substituted for a cricket ball in a cricket match.

On our return journey to the ferry we decide to spend some time in the Jackfield Tile Museum one of the Ironbridge Gorge Museums.  As we  finished we noticed signs for Maws Craft Centre which turned out to be only a short amble down the road.  What a find!  A courtyard surrounded by craft shops and a café.  Each and every shop is different but each worth a visit.IMAG1358

Lastly we visited  “The Tile Press” a beautiful café.  It is located in the building where the tiles used to be made hence the name.  It is bright and airy with plenty of space between tables.  In one corner are sofas so, if it is a “sink in and get comfy” cuppa you are looking for they are ideal.  In another corner is a large table which would easily seat 10 people comfortably.  Then there are tables for two or four people interspersed around the floor.

As we approached the counter I spied a tiered display of scones!  Real scones; none of those mass-produced cricket balls.  We quickly ordered scones with tea and coffee.  I found myself with a silly grin on my face after eating these scones.

They were light as a feather and incredibly moreish.  I found out that Claire is the baker and it was the first day to have scones on the menu.  Weren’t we lucky to find this goldmine?

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The glass fronted cup boards were home to delicious cakes, cup cakes and larger cakes which were equally as tempting.  Each display was more enticing than the previous one.

Now for those who prefer savoury there was the smell of carrot and coriander soup wafting its way which was equally as tempting. Together with beautiful breads and seasonal salads The Tile Press was catering for everyone.

From the bright airy feel of the café, to the perfect cup of tea, to the enticing aromas, to those tempting cakes, and light as a feather scones this is a café not to be missed.  The icing on the cake ~( if you will forgive the pun) was the welcome.

The Perfect Present

except make that coffee or a glass of wine!

I have to agree with C.S.Lewis. I have been trying to find a cup or a mug large enough to last a chapter of a book never mind a complete book.  However, the shape was wrong, or the pattern was wrong, or it wasn’t china which for me is a prerequisite for any cup of tea. Fussy?  Yes totally.

Then I got a present from another tea loving friend.  Yes, a mug which I can wrap my hand around: the tea stays warm in it and it is CHINA.  How lucky can one get?  Then there is the little extra.  When I get to the bottom of a wonderful mug of tea there at the bottom of the mug is the question “Another cup?”  Now that is what I call a thoughtful present.

Do you find there are people who have this uncanny knack of choosing just the correct present?  They seem to know what would stir the heart.  They have this uncanny knack of picking up something which you didn’t even know you would like.

Now I could spend months thinking about the gift, but I don’t really think I get it right or if I do it really is a fluke.  I do however like the process of trying to figure out a good present for someone.  I have concluded, that having put the time and thought into the gift, irrespective of how it is received, is more important to me.  This way it is not a chore but a delight.

So are you the perfect present chooser?

Goals or Dreams

This is my last post with the theme “goals”.  Perhaps the use of the word “dreams” rather than goals maybe more appealing  to some.  However, for me dreams are intangible.  They cannot be touched and so cannot come to fruition.

But when I began to think about the goals I have set for myself I realised that they started when I noted down, without any rules , those funny, impossible, madcapped, and personal dreams in my trusty journal.  They were outlandish, they were trite perhaps to others, they seemed impossible or some were just wishful thinking.  BUT they were my dreams or aspirations.

 

“Keep your heart open to dreams.  For as long as there’s a dream there is hope, and as long as there is hope there is joy in living”.  Author unknown

 

The dreams were personal but once they were there in front of me having been given colour they began to become achievable.  Well, perhaps not all of them.  Yes, I still have those dreams that I will never see come to fruition but hey that’s fine with me.  I still enjoy the dreams.

I will give you an example.  One of my dreams which has become a constant in my journaling is to dance.  Now let me explain, I may have the rhythm in my head, but it never actually reaches my toes.  It is official that I have two left feet.

This doesn’t stop me loving and admiring the beauty and strength of ballet; the rhythm, costumes and history of national dances: imagining myself dancing on Strictly come Dancing or Dancing with the Stars; watching young people performing modern dance with such innovative moves; trying to do the moves from Hairspray on the Wii; or imagining me attending a 1940s themed dance and dancing the jive, the jitterbug  or the swing.

(I am sitting here typing amid tears of laughter as  my dream of dancing the swing ends in me standing on my partners toes, missing the swing totally and bringing everyone around me crashing to the floor.)

I have enjoyed the process of trying to turn those dreams into attainable goals.  Researching how I can do something and through that research perhaps realising that the goal is not something I need or want.  Sometimes the research has led me down a totally different path which has proven to be far more enjoyable and enlightening.

One thing I have learnt is that I agree with the quote from C.S Lewis “You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.”

These dreams or goals do not have to come to fruition; sometimes just starting the journey is enough.