One good thing about being stuck indoors by lots of snow is that you have the time to get round to all those fiddly little jobs that seem to wait forever while you find five minutes to do them. One such job was mending a hole in one of Kevin's smarty-tarty lambswool jumpers. It has been looking accusingly at me from the wardrobe for over two weeks, so I decided to break out my extensive stock of vintage darning wool and get to work.
Of course, being probably the only person left on the planet who keeps darning wool in her sewing box means that none of the wools I had was the right colour. Wah!!
Which proved to be less of a problem than I had thought, as the hole was in a seam, so it didn't need darning at all, just careful sewing up with tiny stitches and strong thread. BTW, can you see that little multi-coloured cushion lurking in my sewing box?
Well, that was my Dad's pin cushion. Stitched by him and in which he stuck his needles when he was doing needlepoint! My Dad had always been too busy working to have any hobbies, but when he retired the fact that my Mum and I had been stitching away at things for decades obviously left its mark, as he took up needlepoint. And very good at it he was, too! When my Dad died in 2003, Mum gave me his pincushion.
And it now lives in my sewing box along with the beaded and embroidered needle case made for me by my Mum and a "vintage" wooden needle holder with a picture of Hastings Pier on it (!), which belonged to my Gran (Dad's Mum!). So there really is history in my sewing box!
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That pin cushion would not have been out of place at my rainbow party - it's very colourful.
It's fun finding memories in unexpected places - when I was clearing out all my receipts, and I came across ones for meals out or specific items, it jogged my memory - but I still had to throw the receipts out because I was hoarding! I kept some though that I might scrap book later, it's all about finding the line for me between emotional attachment and hoarding!
Ahhhhhh, your dad. Wonderful man; Paisley PJs and all . Still love that story :-)
Ah, Carrie, perhaps you need to consider a photo-scrap-journal-thingy. It's a kind of visual diary in which you can stick all kinds of stuff that you actually want to hoard, but don't want to be accused of hoarding. You can write in it as well if you want, and not if you don't want. I heartily recommend the purchase of an A5 size sketch pad (with thick-ish pages) and a glue stick!
"What ****ing time of the morning do you call this?" Yes, Dad in full-on indignant mode in his Paisley PJs was, indeed, a sight to behold!!
"It's all right, we've got the car." The only thing that makes me laugh more than that is remembering the expression on Dad's face that day when he, thinking he was joking, offered you a big fry-up he had just made for himself and you accepted!!!!!
Was it a fry-up? I remember eating one of your mum's 'extra plates' and your dad thought he would finish what I left ...........
And I do remember the 'We've got the car' comment, lol and the, 'How am I going to explain this to Neat' look on his face when he came back in the room. Wonderful man :-)
We had been to the theatre and came in the side door of the house just as my Dad had finished making himself a big plate of egg, bacon, sausage, tomato, mushrooms. I think you must have made a comment about it looking nice, so he offered you the plate and was dumbfounded when you not only accepted, but sat down and cleared the lot!
A couple of days later, Dad bumped into Ian at work and asked him if he ever fed you!!!
Bless him, eh?
My dad remembers that too, still makes us laugh.
I've always liked my food, as you know doubt recall
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