And that's January gone......just like that!

Here we are already a week into February.  It will be Christmas again before we know it, folks......

This week's houses, a purple-urple house with a lime door, and a pinkish paisley house with a starry sky.

Some of these fabrics are really scraping the bottom of the barrel; that paisley has been around for who knows how long.  Perhaps an old lady lives in that house, I'm sure my mother's Aunty Emily had an eiderdown on her bed covered in something similar when I was but a mere child many many years ago.  I don't think, though, that her little house had a yellow door.

In a rush of blood to the head one day I decided to make the side and corner outer setting triangles pieced - all in greens, of course, because the neighbourhood needs to be surrounded by a park.  It does, however, call for 277, 2-1/2 in squares.  So far 20 squares have been cut from some scraps......but that's all right.  Each time I go anywhere near a green fabric I will cut some squares, and hopefully before we can turn around and blink they will all be done. 

It will be more work than just cutting those triangles from yardage, but the extra work will be worth it; it's all just straight sewing, and it's not as though my stash lacks for green fabrics from which to choose.

Earlier in the week I picked up my new glasses, but they will need to have the fit tweaked as they are a bit tight over my ears.  Since having eye surgery last year my face has changed shape, and it was time for a new prescription anyway.  The new glasses are, of course, green......not, sadly, a knock-your-socks-off lime, but a subtle green with mottled side arms.  Subtle, classy and elegant......doesn't that sound like me?  

In my dreams......

Life is resuming again after a long break over Christmas.  Choir started back last Thursday night, and U3A ukulele started back last Wednesday morning after nearly a whole year.  We have to jump through the usual hoops that we have come to expect these days, but we can play and we can sing together.

The uke group has a couple of new people and several returnees including Carol, a woman who, when it comes to 'enjoying ill health', must win first prize.  She insisted on showing us a new scar on her chest from surgery, and insisted on explaining why she was limping, and why something was hurting and why something else wasn't working......honestly, Carol, it may be important to you but it depresses the heck out of the rest of us.  We're not interested.  "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.  I just say something suitably vague like "g'day everyone, how's things" (terrible grammar, but it's an Aussie thing) and leave it at that.  If anyone asks me "how are you" I say "I am amazingly fabulous!" and that shuts them up......all except for Carol, who still has to tell us about every little twinge and ache.......

My mother was a woman like Carol, although not quite (thank goodness) in the same class, and it is depressing to spend time with people like them.  We all need to look after our own mental, as well as physical, health and spending time with 'down' people is a good way to end up 'down' ourselves.  

"The breakfast.

At the first meal of the day, even in the most orderly households, an amount of freedom is allowed, which would be unjustifiable at any other meal.  The head of the house may look over his morning paper, and the various other members may glance over correspondence or such books or studies as they are interested in.  Each may rise and leave the table when business or pleasure dictates, without waiting for the others or for a general signal."

How many of us still take a morning paper these days - or indeed, have morning correspondence?

Enjoy your days!