Monday 24 February 2014

Your advice requested

We've received an invitation. It says, "DRESS TO PARTY."  I'm following the good intentions of Janet at the Gardener's Cottage and planning to buy no new clothes this year so I intend to wear a faithful old lbd.
Trouble is
The days of wearing a strapless, sleeveless dress are over! The fabric is thin and I'll wear my petticoat slightly dropped.
I've got a black angora top that fits quite neatly with the dress. Is it too safe?

I've got a top that has a fair bit of glitter. It is a thicker wool, perhaps the two fabrics don't fit together very well?
But it does cover up my saggy arms. I could wear it rather loose.
YOUR ADVICE IS SOUGHT!
I've got a number of different necklace options. This one is rose quartz but I could do three strand pearls.
What do you think?
Linking up with Patti's Visible Monday.

Sunday 23 February 2014

Good company

Last night it was the book group meeting. We always have supper, with contributions brought by the members. It invariably turns into a feast and a rowdy conversation.  I said that I would make a pudding but was out of eggs. I walked down the road and bought some from a neighbour whose hens are laying well at the moment. Aren't they beautiful!
My lemon tree is being equally prolific so I decided to make
  
LEMON CHEESE TART.
Make a shortcrust pastry base with 4oz flour, 2oz fats.
Cream together 2oz butter with 4oz sugar until light and fluffy.
Add
4oz cottage cheese,
rind and juice of a lemon,
1oz flour,
beaten egg yolk. Mix together well.
Whisk the egg white until stiff and fold into the mixture.
Bake for about 30 minutes at 400 deg F, Gas mark 6. (The dark bits are where I failed to combine the egg white thoroughly into the mixture!)
We were discussing

It is a novella, straightforwardly written and therefore very accessible. Quite a relief after ploughing through Pamuk's, 'Snow' at the last meeting! All the group enjoyed it, but some far more than others. I felt somewhat burdened by the tone, set right at the onset, although two points of humour, well into the book, were delightful. I feel that this subject has been better handled by other authors.
It created a good discussion and a lovely evening. We got home in the early hours and today, thanks to rain and wind and very dull skies, I haven't ventured out.

On quiet Sundays such as this my father usually phoned from North Yorkshire for a catch-up of news.
Today is the anniversary of his death, fourteen years ago. At the age of ninety-one he was diagnosed with lung cancer and given three months to live. However he was determined to see in the new millennium and extended that time by eight months. We were described as 'two peas in a pod'. When he died I was distraught and thought that I had lost him completely. It isn't the case, he travels with me always.
I know that some of you are at the stage of life where elderly parents are causing concern and heartache, with difficult decisions having to be made. I wish to tell you that you never altogether loose those you love - but be sure to tell them while they are before you just how you feel.
Wee One with her Grandad

 I still half wait for the phone to ring. When it did so this morning it was a friend that I'd been talking to a few hours earlier. We did what my father and I had always done and had a leisurely conversation, mulling over the night before and chatting about this and that. Thank you, Janet, it was great!

Friday 14 February 2014

Valentine's Day



Red roses
shop bought food
(oh, lazy thing!)
and rather a lot of chocolate.
Hope you've all been a little bit spoilt.

Monday 3 February 2014

As we were - 1974

Flower Jane has started a new link up, a photo of how we were at different times in our life. My 'blast from the past' was taken in the field behind my parents' home. It's summer and the seventies and I'm wearing a cream calico Laura Ashley dress and, for the benefit of the photo a straw boater decorated with flowers. The swing is homemade, just rope with a wooden seat slung from an overhanging branch. I've always loved to swing, best of all in the sunshine with bare feet.