Just a bright spot to begin.
I have had far too little of Quilty content on here lately.
Mostly because I am not really currently doing any quilting. I do have projects awaiting my return, but they remain on the back burner, as it were.
However I would like to mention a wonderful Birthday Giveaway by one of my friends, Miche'le of By Hoki Quilts.
I still love to read all my quilty friends news, and see their wonderful creativity.
I recently tidied the sewing room, and really thought the open spaces would inspire creativity again.
Doesn't seem to be happening.
Distractions in the shape of a kitty, two dogs, and a Gom, seem to take up my days.
I was kindly given some Chokoes.
When we were children growing up in New Zealand, we had a garden, as did most householders, back in those days.
There were huge Choko vines which grew and flourished, on a trellis our Grandfather had built before his death. Our Grandmother would ask us to pick some fruit and she would prepare them for our tea.
How we loathed them, when we were children. Usually our Grandmother boiled them and then put them into a white sauce.
I was lactose intolerant, so I rather detested white sauces, but I did enjoy the delicate flavour of the chokoes.
My B Brother on the other hand, did not acutally mind white sauce, but he positively cringed at the mere mention of Chokoes, and I know he would have given anything to be able to sabotage those vigorous vines!
The variety we knew back then, bore little resemblance to the ones we see here now.
They were huge creamy/white looking fruit, covered in horrible prickles and the skins were like leather, so every trace of them had to be removed. Then the centre seed area of them was tough and so that had to be carefully cut away.
Sometimes our Grandmother would roast the chokoes, but to my brother, that did nothing to enhance the flavour.
He remains of the opinion that Chokoes should be banished from the planet.
I on the other hand, have grown to be very fond of them, and once paid a rather large sum of money to purchase some, when I was living in the South Island. Chokoes don't like the cold, and I cant remember seeing any growing in Christchurch, when we lived there.
We are having cold wet weather. Ideal to cuddle a cat, or just dream. Or sew, of course, if I could only find my missing mojo!
This is one of my all time favourite pieces of music. I have posted it before, and once had it on the 'soundtrack of my blog', before people found such things irritating.
Just a thought; Why do I find an increasing number of things irritating?
Is it part of the general condition of growing older?
One of my pet hates of the moment, is the habit of people to refer to bast*rds who have committed dastardly deeds, as "Gentlemen". I can hear my mother's voice ranting on here!
She would explode with wrath, and declare the rotter was certainly NO gentleman.
People have lost sight of the meaning of the word!!