I’m sorry that I’ve not communicated with you this week dear friends. I have been particularly stressed with life events, as you do.
My lovely Mum has been in hospital for some time following a fall. Hospital visiting can be very stressful especially when she is so disorientated. The care home, where she has lived happily for the past four years, have refused to let her go back as they ” can no longer meet her needs”. This is after we were reassured a few months ago that she could live there until she died. The home, Holcroft Grange, CLS, Culcheth have seriously let her down. We are now searching for another more careing home whilst she sits sad and lonely in the corner of the hospital ward.
My brave soldier son has smashed his ankle this week. He’s deflecting all sympathy and awaiting a scan and a reconstruction. My first instinct was to dash the 200 miles and hug him better. I finally decided this was not what he would want and visited my Mum instead.
My third, and hopefully final trauma, was a panic phone call when Gorgeous Grandson fell downstairs. The dash to A and E revealled no damage and all was well! Phew!
I de stressed at home by making a baby doll for a project next weekend (more about that another time). She’s made from a sock and took me around 60 minutes to make. She’s not hungry as she’s stuffed with rice and she’s no trouble at all.
I found the above pictures on Pinterest when looking for novel ideas to wrap my Christmas Presents. It made me think what was my best ever Christmas gift?
When I was about seven years old my Dad made me a wardrobe. This piece of “furniture” was about three feet high. It was made from varnished ply wood which he had bent to make a curved top to the wardrobe. There was a single door which was opened using a wooden knob. Inside my Dad had include a shelf and mini wire coat hangers. On the hangers were……….Clothes for ALL of my dolls and Teddies!!
My Mum and Nanna had been knitting and sewing for months before that Christmas. I had a lot of dolls. Baby dolls, a teenage doll (fashionable pre Barbie!) and Teddies. All these much loved dolls had new clothes. There were knitted sweaters for Teddy, Sewed dresses for the dolls-often with matching knickers and even a crotched pram blanket on the shelf. I played and played with this gift and have never forgotten the love and work that had gone into making the perfect gift for a dolly mad seven year old little girl.
After that lovey wollow in nostalgia I must get back to wrapping those presents.
My Grandaughter has had her first knitting lesson. We first tried French knitting but quickly moved onto regular knitting. She got the hang of it quite quickly with a helping hand from myself. She’s on the way to making a scarf for her doll. I just hope that she will tell her daughter that Nanna Barb taught her to knit when she was eight.