Our village church asked each group within the community to decorate a tree for Christmas. As the local craft group we decided to participate, with Trevor ( a weaver and wood crafter) making a trendy wooden tree.(OK we did put his arm up his back) We knitted hats, gloves and scarves which Marg used to decorate the tree ( with tinsel and ribbon ). Our glorious tree stands with pride on the church window sill. We have a grand plan to donate our knitted gifts to Share in Chester and Mold after Twelfth Night. Share is a charity which cares for the homeless everywhere and these woolly knitters will surely go to a good cause.
Yesterday in the U.K. It was a Bank Holiday. And the sun shone! As is the tradition, our village held its annual show. The sun shone, the buskers played, the teddies parachuted and fun was had in large doses. Actually, I wouldn’t have thought that watching Teddy Bears parachuting from a church tower could be so much fun!! Three got caught in a tree and had to be rescued. One floated off to goodness knows where, and a few bounced when parachutes failed to open! Oops! And the sun shone.
The young farmers had organised a “slippery pole” charging £1 for three tries to knock your opponent off. A brave young man challenged my grandson who tried so hard to stay on. It was really good fun whilst raising money for good causes. And the sun shone.
Many charities, small businesses and individuals raised funds, provided games, sold ice cream, candy floss, burgers, do nuts and so on. And the sun shone! A great thoroughly British day out. And the sun shone.
Darling Daughter and I went to a quilt and craft exhibition last week. It was in a very old church in a lovely village called Gresford.fThe exhibition is located in the beautiful village church. As we walked up the church path we were met by a Yew tree. This tree is 1600 years old!! Now that is old!
The interior of the church is traditional and quite magnificent made even more so by the Quilts and crafts draped over ancient pews and hung by stunning stained glass windows. The Quilts were displayed to show the artistic and imaginative work to its best. I must apologise for the photo quality which was due to the reduced lighting (that’s my excuse!)I couldn’t ignore the wonderful Quilted Santa Claus or the many Quilts hanging nearby
This particular quilt was made using vintage lace doilies. Now I know what to do with my doily stash!
This wreath was good food for thought using Tweed, felt and Burlap. It was a super day out, full of inspiration and information. Oh and I must say that the village hall made a great cafe with tasty cakes, yummy sandwiches and good coffee.
Every time I travel I expect to find the “Holy Grail” of fabric, vintage finds or craft treasures. You know what I mean? That serendipitous item that always eludes but the thought of it also encourages the search. Well Italy was no different. I was certain that I would find cheap silk in Como market! Hello? Who on earth ever sells SILK on a market? Ah well I can dream! I thought that I would find that gorgeous bijoux craft emporium selling beautiful yarn! How wrong can you be?
What I did find was inspiration in the architecture, churches and tapestries. The craft work in the actual buildings is amazing and wonderful. The history is the very being of the country.
This picture was made famous by the book “The DaVinci Code” as it portrays not twelve disciples but eleven. The twelfth person at The Last Supper is Mary Magdelaine leaning over Christ’s shoulder.
The ceiling of the Duomo (Cathederal) in Bergano is so beautiful. How did the artist manage to actually paint it! This alter is made of solid silver! ( I wouldn’t like to clean it) Have you ever seen such ornately carved pillars as these-and they were outside! This HUGE tapestry was worked in the end of the 16th century by Flemish artists. The tapestries were commissioned to cover and protect painted murals underneath.
I must apologise for the quality of the image of the Last Supper. It had to be just point and shoot.
Perhaps I did find the elusive Holy Grail! Perhaps treasure is what you see when you look carefully!
Gorgeous Grandson starred in his school Nativity play last night. The location was the church to which the school is attached. This is a lovely, large, fairly old building with beautiful stained glass windows and lots of space. Space was needed to accommodate all the children, parents, carers and teachers. Gorgeous Grandson starred as a shepherd wearing the obligatory tea towel head dress, and for some reason, a crown. The children enjoyed performing the traditional Christmas story. The Christmas Carol, Away in a Manger, brought a tear to my eye, and the highlight was when the three “camels” galloped down the church aisle with the three “kings” on their backs!
The best and most credit worthy thing about this presentation was that there is a child in that class who is profoundly deaf. For this reason the whole Nativity was not only narrated and sung by the children but signed in deaf sign language throughout. The children accept that sign language is part of their lives and all can use it to a certain extent. The inclusivity for the deaf child is a great thing and full credit to all of the teachers at that school.
It goes without saying that the star of the show from my point of view was Gorgeous Grandson!
This week end in the UK we celebrate Mothering Sunday. Sadly the tradition was hijacked by our American cousins ( sorry friends but true!) many years ago. It did not used to be the commercialised, gift giving, money making day that it has become. Rant over!
When I was a child and went to Sunday school, yes my parents did try, we used to go to church on this special day. Us children were all given a card by the vicar, which we then took home for our mothers. The cards usually had a religious picture or quotation on them. The card in the picture says:
Mothering Sunday is the fourth Sunday in Lent,
Let each think of his or her Mother
And all of our Universal Mother the Church.
And that’s it in a nut shell. Mothering Sunday was a day to celebrate and be grateful for the mother church and our own Mothers. Sadly this philosophy has got lost in time. The card with the quote on was given to me in 1959 and the picture card in1960. I am delighted to say that I have always and still do love my Mum. God Bless!