Saturday sewing; ummm, that’s last Saturday, not this weekend. Ma Kettle has been visiting and we’ve enjoyed a delightful time albeit to the detriment of this blog. Ma is happily ensconced now in her own abode and I can apprise you of the latest happenings here at p and c. (Ahem, I do fear my latest reading is having an influence on my mode of address. Do you find you think/write/speak in the language of text lately consumed? Or is that just a predilection of one’s own? I speak of the adventures of one Mrs Amelia Peabody Emerson, a forthright woman before her time, who ventured into Egypt in the late 1800’s and became gripped by the archeological fever that was then rampant; amazing discoveries of pharoahs’ tombs and the like. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on one’s point of view, Amelia is surrounded by murder and mayhem which she, naturally, is able to able to bring to a satisfactory conclusion. All fiction of course, although Amelia would protest otherwise. The fourth book currently holds my attention; it may not be wise to be reading them consecutively! And having added the link, I see more adventures in this series await me.)
However, back to matters in mid 2016.
Last Saturday the Squealers met. Miss E caused serious boot envy with these darling red ones
Isn’t it gorgeous? It’s large enough to make into a sewing tin, so I might just do that. Ma also kindly went to Bendigo Woollen Mills and bought this wool for me, and received this pattern as part of the deal.
As per, there was food galore