Well I have laid out the sideboard with freshly made shortbread and am just putting on the kettle for tea. Your cup is waiting for you (it's the Coronation of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II memorabilia tea cup dated June 2, 1953) and I hope you will join me.
Often I am aware of the serendipitous events in my life. Last night around midnight by the light of the full moon in my back lane as I sauntered down to the end with scissors in hand planning to snip a bit of holly and red berries, another eventful scene took place. I will give you the dots; the Universe joins them up somehow. My studio is messy, so much so that in spots it is nearly impossible to work. My sewing nook is one of these; and the worst actually. I need a proper sewing table that is small in scale, sturdy, and most importantly, narrow. I have numerous and I am serious about the numerous projects swimming around in my head that require sewing as part of the construction. I've done prototypes that have made me squeal with excitement. Others are stored for reference in my pictures on my computer. I've done none of these. Two days ago I wanted to make a batch of shortbread and put them in a nice cellophane bag with mandarins and tied with a nice label and decorated with freshly cut holly in bloom with red berries. I wanted to give this to my neighbor who is in sad form these days. But I'm busy...you know...cards, swaps, housework, paperwork...oh the list goes on. Excuses all of them. So last night at around 9:30 when I was already tired, I made myself begin a batch of shortbread. They were finished and cooled by 11:30 and by then I was even more tired. But I made myself make up a nice package, a nice hand-done tag, and went merrily off under the full moon with scissors in hand. When lo and behold what do I come across under the light of the full moon? A small, in perfect condition, narrow, with two pull out drawers, table/desk. There was the sewing table that I needed and I would not have found it if I had not pushed myself to do what I had wanted to do which is to give some pleasure to a neighbor who is sad. The Universe connect these dots. Well I hear the kettle whistling and it is time to make tea. Talk to you soon!