Another bag

I will make a bag out of just about anything, especially if I can recycle or repurpose an item such as a tea towel, a tablecloth, a skirt, or even a napkin. Such was the case for the bag I made this weekend- the bag is a little smaller then the ones I usually make but it's still a good size for shopping. Used all three napkins that I found at a thrift store and lined the bag with cotton fabric from my stash.

Glass jars

I love glass jars!

Weekend stuff

The mornings are nice and cool and by afternoon the sun is hot. It turned out to be a good weekend, picked more tomatoes, cooked up some sauce, froze four containers of parsley, washed three pillows worth of wool, and tried out a Barefoot Contessa recipe for apple crostata. It's way too rich so I don't think I will make it again.

Talked to my friend- her father's passing was in her words, "..beautiful, peaceful with no struggle."
Glad that she was there to help and witness and say goodbye.

Aberdeen walk

We are always searching for a place to have a quiet morning walk. This morning, for the first time, we had a very enjoyable walk in the Aberdeen Hills. The roar of the traffic far below us was still discernible but Valodya did not have to use his earplug (bonus) ; walking is great but walking and talking is much sweeter.

All alone

Yesterday at my favourite thrift store, I came across this lonely but beautiful sugar bowl; no lid, no companion creamer, just the sugar bowl. I brought it home and have yet to decide what role it will play in my kitchen or craft room.

Sad but glad

It was a very short time ago that a good friend introduced me to one of her good friends. And just the other day, I found out that she suddenly passed away last week. It was very quick, one minute she was here, always with a smile, a helping hand, a generous soul. I was very saddened at her passing, but glad that I had the chance to meet such a giving person.

Good day?

I had a good day but I just didn't know it until the day was almost done. I wonder what kind of day my faraway friend had at her dying father's bedside. I wonder what kind of day a sick child had that is separated from her parents by hundreds of miles. I wonder what kind of day my 'moving friend' had while husband and son settle into the new town waiting for the day that she and her daughter can join them.
A friend sent 3 bins full of vegetables and fruits for all of us to share. Yes, I had a good day and I hope that everyone else did too.