Only another woman will understand!

My progress continues with another milestone this week, a milestone that most women take for granted......

......I managed to hook up my bra behind my back correctly!  Yay for me!

Instead of asking Kevin to do it, or fastening the hooks in front, turning it round and wriggling my arms in (which is not all that easy, either) I can now dress myself correctly - it was almost 14 weeks to the day of the break, so you can see why I am celebrating!  My hand continues to improve, slowly getting stronger and more flexible, for which I am thankful.

Stitching has continued on the second side border of Autumn Rhapsody; it, too, will soon be done, and the third side can be commenced.  My brain has been thinking thoughts of how best to ensure that the borders are attached to the correct sides - yes, it will matter for the design, they're not identical - and this is what I came up with; a 2-1/2 inch square was cut in half and each half pinned (using safety pins, rather than straight pins which can slide out of place) to the quilt top and the border.  When the time comes to attach the border those fabrics will be matched, and all will be hunky dory.....and yes, before you ask, four different fabrics were used to avoid confusion, one for each side.

Speaking of hunky dory, do you know the origin of that phrase?  No one seems to be certain - but all sources agree that it first appeared in print in the mid-1860s, so it was known then.

It is time for the annual glorious golden yellow wattle gorgeousness pic, just a few fluffy balls yet but that will soon change.  It's a bit soggy and droopy at present as we have had good rain over the past couple of days, but as it dries the branches will spring back.

Not bad, considering it was at death's door as a very young plant.  I can't remember its name as the card which came with the plant on purchase has been put in a Very Safe Place, probably never to be seen again.

Words have been read, hair has nearly been torn out in frustration over a computer mystery, but I have high hopes it will eventually be solved.  Machine and hand stitching has happened.  Songs have been sung; last night the choir held its Christmas in July party, and great fun it was too.  The usual hunting and gathering to keep starvation at bay, trips to the computer problem solving place, and that's been our week.

The uke will come out for a plink this week to see how my hand copes, as the U3A ukulele group resumes on Thursday.  It's official, I am now the (slightly reluctant) leader.  Most of the players are fine but there is one woman....there's always one person, isn't there.....who is challenging.  If she is so musically fabulous and considers that she knows so much more than I do (which wouldn't be hard) she is welcome to be leader.  I wouldn't care in the slightest.  We'll see how this term progresses.

Thoughts are being thought about whether we should keep our little caravan, or if it's time to let it go to another owner who will enjoy it as much as we have.  Kevin found it difficult without my help on our return trip home, and we are now 26 years older and 26 years less able than when we first started travelling with it.  It has just been re-registered for another year, which gives us several months to ponder on whether we will or whether we won't.  I would like to finish the trip that was cut short by my unfortunate fall, but whether we do.....well, who knows.

This week has been milder, some days were almost warm!  Over the past couple of days, though, we have had good rain, which that means our mild weather has run out for a while.  The next few nights are forecast to be somewhat chilly, downright cold in fact, minus several degrees below zero.

Continuing on with Conduct at charity fairs:

"Be guilty of no loud talking or laughing, and by all means avoid conspicuous flirting in so public a place."

Oh, yes.  No PDAs at the charity fair, nothing, in fact, which draws attention - unwelcome or not.  The true lady and/or gentleman of those times was not one of the "look at me" current generation, they knew how to be discreet.

Enjoy your days!

Jennifer