This is one of my favourite pics that I have ever taken, late in the afternoon on a cool showery October day on the driveway of a B&B where we stayed in Owen Sound, Ontario. The featured leaf must have not long fallen; the colours were so vivid that it looked to have a light shining through from underneath.....and next morning it looked the same as the other leaves around it.
Coincidentally these two fabrics also came from Canada, part of my giveaway prize, and both were used in Summertime Blues.
Another blue from the same quilt, this time not from Canada. There were a lot of blue fabrics in that quilt......the contrast was used for the background, border and backing of an autumn batik quilt for which it was, as Goldilocks said, just right.
Numbers 53 and 54 done, so there are still 45 to go.
How has everyone been this week? We shopped to avert starvation. Words were read, stitches sewn and knitted; the back of my knitting is progressing well and the first large ball of yarn is just about all used. It will be interesting to see if the colours vary from ball to ball. Songs were plinked and sung.
It seems that my Eisteddfod performance made it onto the news on Sunday night, something I could do without! I really really dislike having my photo taken as I consider I am not at all photogenic, I never like the result, so I certainly don't want to see myself on the screen. Oh well, it's last week's news now, isn't it.
Last week's post finished up with the sentence "One can't help wondering what constituted "mature age" in those far-ago days, can one?" Sunday's Eisteddfod section was for 'Mature Performers' which, when I started back in about 2016, was for performers aged 40 and over. After a couple of years the organisers were approached by younger folk who complained that there was nothing for the over 25's, so could they be included? I was one who put my hand up for "no" but it was decided that, henceforth, the lower age limit would be 25....as it still is. Mind you, there is a wealth of difference between a 25 YO with a strong young voice, and a.....shall we say....more mature performer, so it was good to have our mature (very mature!) trumpet player win again.
Back when I was a Sweet Young Thing the age of adulthood was 21, as indeed it was in many parts of the world; my reading threw up the information that in earlier times a male was not considered to be strong enough to bear the weight of armour until that age. In the 1970s the age of adulthood was changed in Australia to be 18; up till then young males were described as being 'youths'....'a 19 year old youth was apprehended while breaking and entering'......now it would say 'a 19 year old man etc.' However they still seem quite immature, to me.
Some freezy frosty chilly mornings, fairly cool days, a little rain, and that was our weather this week. More cold weather is on the way, and more rain, quite a lot if the forecast is to be believed. We shall see. It seems like a good time to stay inside and sew, and cook warm food.
We shall continue from last week's quote.
"A gentleman's conduct toward ladies.
"As soon, however, as a young gentleman neglects all others, to devote himself to a single lady, he gives that lady reason to suppose that he is particularly attracted to her, and may giver her cause to believe that she is to become engaged to him, without telling her so. A gentleman who does not contemplate matrimony should not pay too exclusive attention to any one lady."
No indeed, he should not. He will raise her hopes which will then be dashed if, as used to be said, he does not come up to scratch.
Enjoy your days!
Enjoy your days!
Jennifer
