Thursday, 29 November 2018

My little...

Now, I don’t know about you 
I find I am getting increasingly odd.
Finishing my hand sewn Christmas cards, which I ought to say making  has given me great joy and contentment.
In the past I have always used a sewing machine, which I now know doesn’t bring the same level of 
Come on get to the point LL!
Every little scrap of fabric offcuts I can’t bring myself to throw away.  Even though for the life of me I can’t envisage using them any time soon.  Or come to that... ever!
Carefully I stow them away.

Life at the mo is living at the coalface of house selling.  Our purchasers are having a wobble about Brexit and how the world as we know it will come crashing down.  Me, after a hiccup 
healthwise, blood pressure off the
 scale have decided to meditate.  Twice a day, I get in the zone of acknowledging the worries and letting them go.  Which I ought to say seems to be working.  I am cheery and back to my almost old self.  My head is no longer full of  what ifs, similar to  a fart in a colander looking for a hole   to get out, type of thing.  Is it any wonder my head was on the launch pad on an unmanned mission to Uranus?
I am calm, chilled, enjoying sewing and being creative.

If the folk decide against our home, I will be sad, but let’s get things in perspective here, we are in the top 2% of people on the planet... life is good.
Oh, and I forgot to explain my other strange little idiosyncrasies.  They can wait for another day.


  1. I had to investigate "coalface". What a great word. Down to the nitty gritty.

    1. It is a great word, trouble with me Joanne if I find a word/expression I like I do tend to over use it!


  2. When I glanced at your post at first I thought you wrote increasingly old, then I saw you wrote "odd." Both words fit me, ha ha.

    1. You and me both... let’s celebrate the fact.



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