As we wind down to the end of another year......

What a year it has been; some of it good, some not so good.  None of us have a crystal ball to know what's coming next year, do we?  Which, the way the world is now, is probably a Good Thing.

I hope all had a peaceful Christmas with some yummy munchies - we did, for sure.  There are munchies still to be eaten, a much better situation than running out!  My collection of Christmas wombats now has a few new additions too, thanks to our family down south.

Our hot summer weather has eased, for now at least.  A light shower of welcome rain is falling and the air smells clean and fresh.

I am happy with what I managed this year.  Probably more could have been done, but I suspect most of us can say that - yes?  My quilt 'Weeds of Grace' was finished which was quite an achievement, and significent progress made on my Canadian quilt which is ready for borders to be added and quilted.  

Today's messy sewing table.  The green fabrics will be the outer setting triangles for my house quilt; the box on the left holds the completed blocks and the yet-to-be-cut sashing fabric.  The red fabric will be the backing for the borders of my Canadian quilt, the pile of batting in the corner is also for the borders, and the light blue is a tee shirt which needs a sleeve hem restitched because the stitching came undone......don't you hate that?

Progress was also made on a quilt which has been in progress for quite a long time, a quilt of 225 six inch flower basket blocks.  It was started many years ago as a portable project; all 225 blocks were made, then joined into nines.

It has since hung around for a few years because.....just because.  My first thought was to quilt it in blocks then join them (each of those nine basket blocks measures 18 inches square) but I couldn't decide on a design, so it was shelved.  After finishing the hand work on my tumbler quilt I thought....."why not just go for it?"  So the top is being finished by hand, and it will be farmed out to be quilted.  The green backing fabric was bought early in the year; all the print fabrics are florals, many of them containing green, so the green back will tie them all together.  All those 25 blocks of nine have been joined into five rows; joining rows one and two is now my TV project because it's too big to be carted around and it will get even bigger before it's done.

Which is a roundabout way of saying, perhaps a new portable project is needed......a few thoughts are percolating around in my brain......

Music was played, the ukulele group even had two gigs!  We have learned several new songs and had high hopes of two gigs during next month's country music festival, but the mask rule is back in place as are other covid rules - and how can we sing in masks?  At this stage we don't know if our gigs can go ahead at all.

Sigh.......

"Receiving guests.

The custom of the host and hostess receiving together, is not now prevalent.  The receiving devolves upon the hostess, but it is the duty of the host to remain within sight until after the arrivals are principally over, that he may be easily found by any one seeking him.  The same duty devolves upon the sons, who that evening must share their attentions with all.  The daughters, as well as the sons, will look after partners for the young ladies who desire to dance, and they will try to see that no one is neglected before they join the dancers themselves."

Someone interested in social history (a passion of mine too) once remarked to me that back in the 1800s, in Australia at least, if you couldn't or didn't dance there was a very good chance you would not marry.  So much meeting and mingling took place at dances, there were opportunities for flirting and the chance to hold the hand of someone you might fancy without being frowned on, the possibility of fluttering your eyelashes at that nice young feller you fancied (and who you were pretty sure fancied you back) as he steered you around in a ladies' chain.....and if you didn't attend those dances, you would miss out on the chance to find your soul mate.

Enjoy your days!

Done done done!

The last three houses have their surrounds done, just in time for the Big Occasion next weekend.

A musical house......an autumn house.......and a very purple and pink house.  Plus a (quite small) tree with jingly bells, and one of the Christmas wombats.

The black and white fabrics can be packed away until another idea for them takes root in my brain, and the green setting triangles can be made.

The borders for the Canadian quilt have all been cut out, as is the border backing.  Now to see if my quilt-as-you-go idea works.

Just in time for Christmas, summer is here with a vengeance.  We have enjoyed a fairly mild spring because of rain, but Mother Nature is making up for lost time this week.  I am not a great fan of summer....it's something to be endured rather than enjoyed.

The fat bloke in the red suit is out and about - I feel sorry for him in this heat, I'm sure he would love to swap his fur-lined boots for sandals, and his pants and jacket for shorts and tee shirt.  To say nothing of the beard and hat; a wide-brimmed hat is far more practical in summer for keeping the sun off one's face.  If I was a reindeer I would go on strike in this heat.

Early in the week Kevin, Bianca the geriatric white cat, and yours truly were peacefully minding our own business when we heard a loud thud.....what could it be, we wondered?  The neighbouring kids had been in their pool earlier, but were quiet by then; Kevin took a trot outside, walked around, listened - nothing seemed amiss.  While checking a local weather page on social media a short while later I found out that the noise was caused by a gas explosion way over on the other side of town; a large cylinder of liquid nitrogen had exploded and been blown into the air, flying quite high until gravity took over and down it came.  One person had minor injuries, fortunately no one else was hurt.  The shockwave caused by the bang was heard over a wide area on this side of the river and was the cause of the 'thud' we heard.  The bloke who runs the weather page lives not far away from the site, and the soaring cylinder captured by his weather camera was shown on the evening news.

Just around the corner from there is a cemetery in which some of my family rests.....I wonder if any of them rolled over with the shock?

Sometimes the retired life is far too exciting......

Continuing our quote:

"Introductions at a ball.

Introductions take place in a ball-room in order to provide ladies with partners, or between persons residing in different cities.  In all other cases permission is asked before giving introductions.  But where a hostess is sufficiently discriminating in the selection of her guests, those assembled under her roof should remember that they are, in a certain sense, made known to one another, and ought, therefore, to be able to converse freely without introductions."

It's quite a long chapter, so is better broken up for our weekly quote.

Enjoy your days!

In which we were battered by storms and Stuff

Storms are far more excitement than we like, but a few nights ago we were assailed - that's the only word I can think of - by a storm which started with strong winds and rain, then hail and heavy rain, more wind, even heavier rain......we kept expecting a blackout but were, fortunately, lucky not to have one although we did lose internet connection for a while.  When we checked outside next morning there didn't seem to be any damage - we haven't climbed up on the roof to check though, our roof-climbing days are long done!

We don't like storms.  We still have memories of the time our house was badly damaged in The Great Sefton Hailstorm of 1990, one of the few times that Sefton (normally a very quiet suburb 30-40 minutes from the centre of the Big Smoke) was in the news apart from the odd murder at a local pub.  There were very few houses in the area left unscathed, we had several windows and skylights broken and our fence knocked down by water because of drains blocked by hail; schools were closed until damage could be repaired, and there were tarps on roofs for weeks afterwards.  That was quite a scary experience, and one I don't wish to live through again.....although roof repairers and window replacers did very well out of it.

This week's houses.

Some paisley, and a cat house - the design on the black and white fabric is the word "meow" repeated; it seemed appropriate to put around a house of cats.  Only three houses are left to have their black and white surrounds done, yay!  Next step will be to complete the setting triangles; these are pieced green 2-1/2 in squares, lots and lots of squares, which have been joined into strips of seven.  Seven of these strips will be joined to make larger squares - five of them - they will each be cut into four, and that will make the side triangles.  

The plan to cut the borders for the Canadian quilt went astray......but as Scarlett once said, tomorrow is another day.

The blue and green blocks were received with favour by those present at quilt group and no moans were heard, probably because there wasn't a triangle in sight.

It started a conversation about colour pairings.  I remarked that I can cope with most colour pairs although orange and purple together have always set my teeth on edge.....as do pink and yellow, pink and orange, red and pink......although perhaps if the purple was on the blue side of the colour spectrum rather than the red and the orange tending towards gold it could work.  I remember reading once that you can put two colours together, any colours you like, and they will always look good so long as white is added to the mix.  Perhaps so......but I think it would take more than white to reconcile me to red and pink together.

This was back in the days of hearing that "blue and green should never be seen, without another colour in between" - I think we have moved on from that thinking; what about blue sky and green plants?

Back then we were also told not to mix stripes, florals, checks, whatever, in our clothing, but what can be a bit too much on the human form can work out wonderfully well in a quilt, yes?

We are hoping that the rules about wearing a face mask in many situations will be relaxed this week, as the state government has promised they would be.  At present masks don't have to be worn outdoors so we can stroll along the main drag without one, but must pull it up if going into a shop or café.  This means that, as happened earlier in the week, we can walk down the street sans mask, pull it up to walk into our favourite café, take it off to have our coffee, put it on again to walk a few steps out the door, take it off again.......I can cope with most of the restrictions but the face mask is too distressing, for me.  So except for a few mask-less situations I stay home rather than go out, and am in danger of turning into a hermit as a result.

Continuing on from last week's quote :

"Introductions at a ball.

It is for this reason that here, as in England, ladies are expected to bow first, while on the Continent it is the gentlemen who give the first marks of recognition, or better still, simultaneously, when the recognition is simultaneous.  The one who recognizes first should be the first to show that recognition."

Nothing is said about not recognising someone wearing a face mask, even though that person is normally well known to you.

Enjoy your days!

Back in the saddle again

Remember that song?  I know it, too......someone once asked me if I knew every song every written, and I replied "no, but I'm working on it....."

The saddle - or should that be the horse? - is my Canadian quilt, which now needs borders.

A narrow black border (already cut), then a slightly wider white border (not yet cut), and the outer border in this gorgeous batik fabric.  The Cunning Plan is to hopefully start on it this week.

Two more houses, cats roaming around the rooftop at night, and a cheerful house with one of my favourite prints around it.

Just five more houses to go.

On Tuesday it will be my turn to take along morning tea to quilt group (which will be something seasonal from a shop, it's fruit mince pie season after all) and a block of the month for anyone who wishes to make it.  I have been toying for a while with the idea of simple blocks in a limited colour scheme, and came up with just blue and green.

The blocks fit together like a jigsaw; the small ones are six inches square finished, while the long ones are six by twelve inches when finished and are easily made from 2-1/2 inch strips.

What do you reckon?  I think it could be fun; I enjoyed making the first three, so made a few more.  The people who whinge at the merest slightest thought of even the hint of a triangle should be happy too.

Don't laugh.  You haven't heard them complain.......

Another night out on Thursday night for the choir end of year dinner, at the same restaurant I ate at last weekend.  Once again, a delicious meal I enjoyed because I didn't have to think about it; it was just put in front of me and I ate it.  

We are being assailed on all sides now every time we turn on the TV with large happy families celebrating Christmas together, from the cheerful smiling (always youthful, of course) grandparents to the cute never messy toddlers and babies, and everyone is genetically blessed and oh-so-photogenic.  That's all well and good......but what about smaller families or people who don't have anyone they wish to celebrate with?  Why can't we see more diversity at this time of year?  Not everyone who spends the day alone is unhappy to be doing so, you know.  These days not so many in this country keep Christmas as a religious occasion any more; people who have come here from other countries have their own special celebration times too, but that message doesn't seem to have gotten through to the people who make TV ads.  

We have booked into a restaurant for dinner on Christmas night, something we started doing when both our sons were overseas and it was just the two of us.  It makes the day a bit more special than just sitting around at home and grinning at each other, doesn't it?

Besides which, it's one more meal I won't have to cook......

Because the ukulele group has been meeting here on Mondays there might just be a few Chrissy decorations strewn about.  Only two more Mondays and we will have a break until next year, with a market gig lined up for January.

"Introductions at a ball.

Gentlemen who are introduced to ladies at a ball, solely for the purpose of dancing, wait to be recognized before speaking with ladies upon meeting afterwards, but they are at liberty to recall themselves by lifting their hats in passing.  Here as in England a ball-room acquaintance rarely goes any further, until they have met at more balls than one; also, a gentleman cannot after being introduced to a young lady, ask her for more than two dances during the same evening.  Here, as in England, an introduction given for dancing purposes does not constitute acquaintanceship."

This being a long paragraph it will, as they say, be continued in our next.  The "here" mentioned in the quote might be America or it might be Australia, as the book was first published in America in 1885 then revised and published in Melbourne, Australia, in 1886.  My copy is a facsimile reprint, an exact copy, published in 1980 and was bought at a library surplus sale in the Big Smoke many years ago.....how could I leave such a treasure?

Enjoy your days!