Doing a bit of stitching.

 Good afternoon. The weather is a bit iffy at the moment. It's humid, warm, and windy, and keeps threatening rain. I am thinking should I go out. I went to the Post Office in the church and took out some cash, but that's as far as I went. I have places to go, but I am going out tomorrow so I will do several errands all in the same journey. 

I have started my next sewing project. I know, I will make a cover for a book. The book must be about 50 years old, that's a guess, and was found in a book shop in Southampton. Susan, a Lady Trucker friend found it and sent it to me, about 35 years ago, that's another guess. 

It's a sort of patchwork and will have lots of stitching all over it. I am using up some scraps, of which I have plenty. 

This description of the story is inside the front cover. I remember reading about half of it quite a lot of years ago. I might pick it up again but I would have to start at the beginning. I don't have enough patience to read a book all the way through from cover to cover. The original hard back cover is looking a bit sad. It needs a new look. 

Inside the book I found a cutting from a magazine. I remember saving this because the words resonated with me. Even many years ago from an early age, I knew I was destined to do my own thing. There are pin marks near the top where I pinned it onto my notice board, so it caught my eye whenever I was in the room.  

Lunch was a stir fry with chopped onions, frozen peas, and noodles. Very nice. 

It is now 2.30pm. I ought to go out for a short walk. Then I will carry on with the stitching.

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

The smile says it . . . .

. . . . .A great start to the day. Gotta love Henri Herbert. The smile on his face, the look of concentration, and the way his fingers bash out the boooogie woooogie stomp. So uplifting. 

Have a good day. Toodle pip.   ilona

Lazy blog post. . . . . . . . .

 . . . . . . . . . . . . but it's important. Please pass it on

Please STOP doing balloon releases. They don’t go to heaven. They fall back to the ground, where animals choke on the pieces or get tangled in the string. Birds, turtles, and other animals often mistake balloon fragments for food, leading to injury or death. There has to be a better way to honor someone without harming other living things.

No more balloons. 

It's common sense. 

Catch ya later.   ilona 

Why would you?

 Good evening. This pic popped up a few days ago, during the hot spell. It is a well known seaside resort in East Yorkshire. I have been there, it is quite nice, out of season. At Filey when the tide comes in the beach becomes smaller and smaller. 

Beaches are usually enjoyed by families with children, and dogs. Dipping your toes in the sea, building sandcastles, and sitting in a deckchair enjoying an ice cream. 

Finding a beach this packed would send this 76 year old spinster running for the hills. This is my idea of hell. 

I have a lovely back garden, surrounded by hedges and trees, where I can relax in a sun trap on a comfortable reclining chair, listening to the birds twittering, with food and drink close at hand. If I do go to the seaside at some point, it won't be at a weekend, or in the school holidays. 

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

Cool enough for a walk today

 Good evening. It hasn't been as hot today so I went a walk. Still warm but a cooling wind blasting across the fields. One of my regular routes. The turf fields are looking pretty parched and all the massive sprinklers were in full flow. There are underground pipes with access to attach the big hoses. I don't know where the water comes from, there is a pond not far away but I have never seen it. It is on private land. 

Nothing new to take photo's of. This colourful thistle was standing tall in the wind, above all the other wild flowers in the field. 

I have just been outside to put the hedgehog food out, and it's quite cold now. There is a storm threatening so if it rains overnight that would relieve me of my watering up duties. If it doesn't rain I will water the pots in the morning. 

Nothing more to report on this Sunday evening. Catch ya tomorrow. 

Toodle pip.   ilona