Busy busy busy

That's what we were, today.....busy little bees.

This morning we took ourselves off (at a fairly early hour!) to the house museum, laden with fabrics, sewing notions, ukulele, music stand, song book......you name it, we had it with us.  We delivered the machine yesterday afternoon to take the pressure off today's activities, and oh boy - just as well we did.  As on past occasions the treadle machine generated a lot of interest with many folk reminiscing about using one in their younger days, or of their mother, aunt or grandmother using a treadle to make the family's clothes.  A couple of hours' sewing then off to play with the ukulele group (our songs were very well received), back to the machine, back to the ukulele for more applause, back to the machine.....lunch, as we were peckish after our early start....packed up not long after lunch.  It was busy and tiring - but fun.

There was a sheep shearing demonstration....a blacksmith....a vintage car, and old fire engines, so something to entertain the whole family.  A old-style classroom with a suit-clad teacher, very different to today's informality!  And ice cream.  Yummy ice cream.

One bag was completely finished......

......and another started.  It will be finished at home using the treadle machine.

My jumper is finally ready to wear - and as summer has now arrived it will be put aside until next winter.  We're not sure what happened to spring.

I lurve the colour, which is richer than this pic shows; it's a deep rich gold.

Next weekend the quilt group is having a show, something they haven't done before in the 13 years I have been a member.  I have decided to show three quilts - my Canadian quilt, of course!  

It's fairly safe to say there won't be another one like it in this town.

My big hand-pieced tumbler quilt 'Weeds of Grace', one of my favourites.

And this one, 'There ain't no cure for the summertime blues'; although it's a few years old it hasn't previously been shown or exhibited in public.

These two still need to have temporary hanging sleeves pinned to the back.

Words have been read.  Stitches have been treadled.  Notes have been plinked and sung.  Jumper-sewing-up is completed.  The usual hunting and gathering has been indulged in, if indulged is the word for something so mundane.

The new computer is amazingly quick, much quicker than the old one ever was, we're sure.

"Avoid cutting.

No gentleman will refuse to recognise a lady after she has recognized him, under any circumstances.  A young lady should, under no provocation, "cut" a married lady. It is the privilege of age to first recognize those who are younger in years.  No young man will fail to recognize an aged one after he has met with recognition.  "Cutting" is to be avoided if possible.  There are other ways of convincing a man that you do not know him, yet, to young ladies, it is sometimes the only means available to rid them of troublesome acquaintances.  "Cutting" consists in returning a bow of recognition with a stare, and is publicly ignoring the acquaintance of the person so treated.  It is sometimes done by words in saying "Really I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance."

"Cutting" in this context is not a term used very often nowadays, is it?  "Ghosting" has become the term, instead.

Enjoy your days!

Jennifer