Rain!

We have had rain!  Wet stuff has fallen from the sky!  So much rain has fallen this month that a new record has been set - the previous December rain record was set four years ago, and this month we had much more.  Quite ironic really, considering we are still in drought......

Gardens in the town are looking lush and green and healthy, and gardeners are smiling, and local farmers are over the moon.

On Tuesday we will be driving to Canberra to meet the smallest twig on the family tree, and the rain means that we won't have to fret about our garden while we are away.

 

Even the roses are enjoying the rain. This was taken a couple of years ago before we lost our tree in a storm, but the rose is just the same.

The new skirt is nearly done, only the hem needs to be pinned and sewn (by hand - I prefer hand-sewn hems) now.  It may even accompany me to Canberra, because it will be cool and comfortable in the expected warm weather.....and a new skirt makes one feel like a new woman, yes?

While in Canberra we will be staying with our son's in-laws, which will be really nice - it will give us a chance to get to know them better.  We will even see the new year in while we are there, if we can stay up long enough.  Young Euan has no doubt been told that Grandmama Jennifer and Whatsisname (who hasn't yet decided what he would like to be called) will be visiting, and we trust he will be on his best behaviour.

I am hopeful of fitting in a little shopping whilst in Canberra, I know where there is a wonderful fabric shop.....lots of quilting fabrics on one side, a very good selection of dressmaking fabric on the other, and in the middle enough haberdashery to make a semster's eyes light up with glee.

Isn't 'semster' a wonderful word?  It's very old and was in use before 1000AD, meaning 'one who sews', although it was eventually replaced by 'seamstress'.  So much better than 'sewer', don't you think?  Or - my pet hate - 'sewist', which doesn't even appear in a dictionary.

"New-Year's Calls.
The custom of New-Year's calling is prevalent in some cities, and most villages in the country, and so agreeable a custom is it, that it is becoming more in favour every year.  This is the day when gentlemen keep up their acquaintanceship with ladies and families, some of whom they are unable to see, probably, during the whole year."

An interesting custom, and it seems to have been fairly new in 1885 when this was written.  Best wishes to all for a happy start to 2015, we won't meet again until next year.

Enjoy your days!

Best wishes for Christmas!

And if it happens that you don't celebrate Christmas - best wishes, anyway!

Our grandkid has arrived!

This morning our son rang to tell us that Euan Patrick arrived in the world today at stupid early o'clock, three weeks early.....Cricket has a name!  Everyone is well, and to judge by a photo online he is a cute little guy, nicely filled out despite being early.  His hand, wrist and face (all we can see) certainly don't look scrawny or undercooked.  His names are a nod to the Scots and Irish in his ancestry.

A lovely way to wind down the year.

We will be driving to Canberra a few days after Christmas to meet him.  We had Plans in place to arrive the day before the due date, but of course that date is now gone out the window and a New Plan thought out.  Our Christmas lunch at a local restaurant had been booked and paid for, and it is a lot of money to throw away........so we will enjoy that, and let young Euan and his parents settle in before we descend on their town with flags flying and banners waving..

His quilt is not yet layered and quilted but that will get done in time for our subsequent visit at Easter.

The other day at sewing guild advice was asked for, received and taken, and a new skirt was cut out - what do you think of this fabric, isn't it gorgeous?

 It was a smidgeon narrow for the flared skirt planned from this pattern, but the selvedge will be hidden inside the side seam and hem so no one will ever see it.

It's been in my stash for a couple of years, and this will be the eighth time I have used this pattern so it will be a quick make - a simple flared skirt with a hip yoke, just right for such a fancy print.  The fabric is a cotton blend so will be cool and comfortable in our hot summers; in my sumptuous wardrobe are a red top, and two orange tops, and a yellow top, all of which will go well with this skirt.  Life is too short to be dull, yes?

Uke group has finished for the year but we still have a performance at the markets in the main street on Sunday.  We also have two performances at the big country music festival next month so there will be plenty of music to keep me happy, and I intend to take my uke to Canberra so I can practice.

At this time of year there's much reason to turn the TV on, is there?  Repeats (which, admittedly, are only repeats if you have seen already them), bad reality shows which are completely unreal, and ghastly programs made in hospital emergency rooms - why would anyone want to be the focus of that?  There you are lying in an uncomfortable bed surrounded by tubes going in and out of various orifices and machines making peculiar noises, and wearing the oh-so-beautiful backless hospital gown......no, thank you.  Kevin has instructions that, should I ever be in that situation, he is to send the cameras away forthwith and immediately, if not sooner.  I have promised to do the same for him.  Sometimes one sees a politician grinning his/her way through a hospital visit, and one sympathises with the poor patients on show.

Perhaps they are not really patients, just actors hired for the occasion?  If I were in hospital wearing a nightie and a politician, his/her entourage and a camera crew came near me, I would throw a bedpan at them.......preferably one which hadn't been emptied.......and scream.  Loudly.

"Remember that children are men and women in miniature, and though they should be allowed to act as children, still our dealings with them should be manly and not morose.  Remember also that every word, tone and gesture, nay, even your dress, makes an impression."

This means, hopefully, that young Euan will regard his Grandmama Jennifer as a bright cheerful person who likes flowers, if my new skirt is any indication.

Enjoy your days!

Did you know......

.......that kangaroos can be quite nasty?  When they are lazing around on a hot day (the sun was so bright it was difficult to get a good photo) they look almost tame.

 However - they are not, so there was no way I was going for the close-up shot.

Did you also know that trees can be strangled by other trees?

 We learnt about these at school.  A seed is carried by a bird, or by the wind, and deposited high in a tree whereupon it germinates and sends down roots.....down, down, down to the ground, while the upper branches and leaves reach for the sky.  Those roots get stronger and it's not unknown for the 'host' tree to die, strangled.

Some of the sights on our recent holiday.

We have had rain!  While that may not mean much to some, it is cause for much rejoicing here.  We are well below the average annual rainfall, only about two-thirds of the average has fallen this year, but December is well up on average and it's not even half over yet.  More rain is forecast for tonight and the next couple of days, so fingers crossed that it does indeed fall where it's needed.  Our garden is smiling, and the hill behind us is now carpeted in green grass which barely a week ago was dry, brown and dead.

Only a month now until Cricket/ette pops out to greet the world.  We will be driving All That Way to Canberra (nine hours or so including an overnight stop, because we have decided that we are too old to do it in one day) to join the other grandparents in saying 'hello' and patting him/her on the head.  If the quilt is finished it will go with us to be handed over - if not, we will be in Canberra again at Easter and it will be gifted then.  Either way, I'm sure Cricket/ette won't mind.

And of course - we will know whether it is Cricket or Crickette!  Crickette would be nice......there have been too many blokes in my life.....no sisters, I had two younger brothers.  No daughters, I had two sons.  Even the cousins we played with as children were boys.  I did have girl cousins on my father's side but they lived interstate; I only remember seeing them two or three times during my childhood and, because of a split in the family, not at all afterwards.

Anyone else having trouble with blogger's robot verification?  It seems to have been turned on again, even on blogs which didn't use it.  Thanks to a link on Fiona's blog I have fixed it, it was easy - here is the link.  Many thanks, Fiona!

"Never introduce unpleasant topics, nor describe revolting scenes in general company."

Indeed.  Why is it that some folk seem bent on doing just that?  We know the world is not all sweetness and light, but dark topics do not need to be dwelt on and emphasised out of all proportion.

Enjoy your days!

I did say it was bright.......

Here is the top of Cricket/ette's quilt.

 A few of the blocks........

 .......and the border fabric.

Binding will be the same green as the cornerstones.

Recently the prescription for my reading glasses had to be tweaked, so now I have nice new specs.  Choosing new glasses is a very fraught exercise, yes?  Staring at oneself in a mirror, trying not to look at the blemishes but just to focus on "how do these look".  Thank goodness the fashion for glasses with narrow rectangular lenses has gone, I looked so silly in them, but now many frames are thick and heavy which do nothing for my face either.  My last glasses had frames with sharp corners and arms made in two pieces, and I was never happy with them because my hair caught on them so many times.  The new ones are much smoother, black half-frames with touches of gold on the side arms........and they haven't pulled at my hair once.

Sadly the optometrist had no nice green frames for me.  They did have thick heavy frames in a particularly virulent shade of poison uranium green, which I couldn't even bring myself to try on.  It would be so nice to have lovely rich deep emerald green not-too-chunky frames........dream on, Jennifer.......

Following Linda's recent recommendation I reserved "Astor Place Vintage" at the library, collected it yesterday morning, and finished it last night.  Thank you, Linda - it was such a good read, I really enjoyed it.  The setting is New York in 1907-08, a time and place about which I know very little but which is brought so well to life in this book, and in 2007.

Mind you, not much else was done here yesterday.

When I was a child I was called a bookworm and was never sure if was a compliment.  "She's always got her head in a book" - I can still hear it being said.  The implication was "she's a day-dreamer, never does anything practical" which is (and was then too) not true.  My parents didn't know where my love of reading came from; not from either of them, for sure.  My mother, like many girls of the time, finished her education at high school level and was never a reader.  My father, not a reader either, won a scholarship to study architecture after high school but was not allowed to take it up; his father and uncle were builders, and he was expected to join them in the business.  War intervened, he enlisted when he was 20, and he never did get to follow his dream.

The bookworm didn't finish high school either, but that's a story for another day.

"It is frequently the case, that a girl's education ends just as her mind is beginning to mature and her faculties are beginning to develop.  Her education ends when it ought properly to begin.  She enters upon marriage entirely unprepared, and, perchance, by some misfortune, she is thrown penniless upon the world with no means of obtaining a livelihood, for her education has never fitted her for any vocation.  Not having been properly taught herself, she is not able to teach, and she finds no avenue of employment open to her."

Perhaps true in 1885 when that was written, but not so much in my experience many years later - the only times I was out of work was when I wanted to be, and I had no desire to become a teacher although much of my working life was spent in the education system.

Enjoy your days!