Thursday, 5 November 2015

Remember your poppy

Hello. I'm posting this now as time is running out. It's Remembrance Sunday very soon, and a lot of people will be wearing their poppies. It's thanks to Lesley for sending me this in an email. She found a pattern to make a fabric poppy, and this is the result. It looks lovely.
If anyone else wants to do this the instructions are easy to follow. Here is a link to Oksana+hobbies. She is a blogger originally from Siberia, but now living in Texas. I've had a look round her blog, there are some good ideas for crafters which she is happy to share. Worth a look if you need some inspiration. It's a fantastic blog, in English and Russian, a button to translate, and it has links to a whole lot of other crafting sites as well. A good one for the sidebar I think.

Thanks to Lesley for drawing my attention to this, always like to share useful information. Just a note to add, if you make your own poppy, don't forget to make a donation as well if you see a collection box anywhere.

Thanks for popping in. Have to go out. Catch you soon. Toodle pip

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Gawd, not another preachy post ;o)

Hello and Good Morning. I wish I could get my brain to work in unison with my typing fingers. Words come into my head and in my haste to get them out I hit the wrong keys, and then have to go back and correct my mistakes. Does that happen to you? Common errors are I hit two keys together, I get letters the wrong way round, the last letter from the end of the word is often missing, and I hit the wrong letter completely, not even the one next to it, but one lower down on the keyboard. Perhaps I should leave all my mistakes in then you would know what I mean. Trouble is my brain is working too fast, I must slow down. I'll press on.

Which leads me on nicely to the next topic. An article in the newspaper this morning made me want to shout at the screen. It's all very sad, apparently some women of retirement age are finding it difficult to come to terms with the fact that they are no longer required to go to work, a paid job that is. They have all this time on their hands now and feel bereft, because they are no longer required. I see that they are mostly women who have had a responsible and meaningful career. They have enjoyed their work to the extent that it didn't seem like a job at all, it was more like going in everyday to meet up with their friends and family. Some people are like that, they need to belong, to fit in, and value the support from colleagues.

The headline I feel is a bit over the top, as they usually are, make an article appear more dramatic and everyone will be drawn to read it. Like I did this one, ha ha.
The most TRAUMATIC life change of all. What exactly is traumatic I wondered. Finishing work and becoming retired, oh.

One lady said she was overwhelmed by loneliness, I think that is a common feeling. Another said, it's hard to think of what to do next. I feel adrift in a strange world, is how one lady described retirement. One lady said I feel guilty and worthless for not working. Another said, I'm acutely aware of time running out. I feel very sad for these ladies, and hope that they can move on and find their niche somewhere else.

So what was it like for me when I retired? Well as you may have read here, I slowed down first. I reduced my hours at work and found other things to do with my time. Then when work came to a halt completely I found more ways to spend my time. For the last few months I was unemployed, I lost my job at 59, and had to sign on for Job Seekers Allowance. That was a laugh, I had no prospects of finding a job at that age, and the paltry sum that the government paid me was not enough to live on. Thank goodness I had an insurance policy which paid my mortgage. I remember when I hit that magical age of 60. I went to the Job Centre a couple of days before to sign on. The young girl behind the desk studied my records and said I would have to attend a review and would make me an appointment. She told me the date, it was in a weeks time. I said, you can do what you like, I will not be attending. She looked at me in a quizzical way and said, why not? I replied, look at my date of birth, I am 60 on Thursday. Oh yes, she said. I'm sat there with a big grin on my face. When I got up I went to a couple more desks where I recognized the people I had spoken to on previous signings on. I said, I'm going now, and I won't be back, goodbye. I ran out of that place as happy as a lark.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my job, I loved truck driving, I thought I would do it till the day I die. But life is not always the same day after day, year after year, things change. Like chapters of a book, one closes and another opens.

So what would I say to these women? I can't tell people how to live their lives, I cant tell them to stop moaning and get on with it, they have to find solutions for themselves. I live alone but I am not lonely. Every new day is something to look forward to. Every new day is a gift, living is much more preferable to the alternative.

I am no longer required to go to work. Thank goodness for that, I've done enough, let the younger ones have the jobs. I was talking to a friend yesterday as I dog walked Bailey the poodle. He was pottering in his garage converted to a workshop. He retired early because he has a good pension pot. He said to me, I have the best job ever, retirement. I agreed with him.

I feel guilty and worthless for not working, said one lady. Well I don't. You all know what I do because I write about it here. I have always considered that my contribution to the workplace has been worthwhile, the country would grind to a halt if there weren't any lorry drivers. Hopefully I will continue to lead a worthwhile life, in other ways which suits this later part of my life. I aint about to start feeling sorry for myself. If you spend a lot of time being part of a team you don't get to look inwards and find the real you. Looking to others for leadership and support is all very well some of the time, but when the chips are down you have to look within yourself. When I was at work, driving a 38 tonner, I couldn't shout help if I got myself in a tight spot. I bloody well had to get myself out of it. There was just me, out there, no one down the corridor in another office to help me. A good lesson learned which has served me well.

What was the next point that someone made, oh yes, feeling adrift in a strange world. Yes, retirement will be strange if you have spent a long time in a routine, then suddenly stop. The secret is to find other things to do before you get the old heave-ho bog off letter. Take up old interests, start new interests, write down a dream list of what you are going to do once you have the time to do it. You might want to lie in bed late when the reality hits you that you no longer have to go to work, but once that period is over, get your arse out of bed and rejoice in this new found freedom. Don't worry, retirement will feel like the norm eventually, and you will wonder why you didn't stop earlier.

What was the other quote, feeling like time was running out. Perfectly true, time is running out, for all of us, nothing lasts forever. I don't want to die, no one can predict the time when we are called to leave this earth, but I try and be optimistic and hope that I have a good innings. Have you ever met a pessimistic person? After an hour or so in their company it is thoroughly draining. No use telling them to pull themselves together, it won't make any difference. People can only change if they want to. Do the best for yourself, look after yourself, optimists live longer, with a bit of luck.

Ok, let's wind this up, I need food. Each and every one of us is alive now, right at this moment, at this very minute. Our life yesterday is history, it's over, and done with. Nice to have memories, but we can't turn back the clock, we have to move on. How we do that is entirely up to ourselves. Your way will be different to mine, everyone is unique in their own way. When you get to the end of today, and you go to bed, just pause for a few seconds and ask yourself a question, did you do it your way? The answer should always be YES YES YES.

Thanks for popping in. Catch you soon.
PS My punctuation is rubbish and I'll check later for any typo's.

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Too good to waste

Hello. I've just got to share this, made me laugh this morning.



I like his closing statement here.
LET'S NOT THROW AWAY ANYTHING THAT'S TOO GOOD TO WASTE.



Go Hugh. Let's declare War on Waste, any waste in fact, not just food. Don't throw anything away. If you have something you don't need or want, re use it for something else. Look at what it's made of, can it be dismantled and reassembled to make something new? Can it be altered by changing the colour, or adding something to it?

If you have something you don't need or want, someone else might be glad of it. Put it out at the front of your house with a label on it, 'Free To Take Help Yourself'. Pass it on to a charity shop. Ask your library if they accept donated books. Ask your friends and family if they would like it. Turn it into cash by selling it at a car boot sale. Advertise on a card in your local shop window. Put it on one of the free recycling web sites, Freegle, or whatever. I don't personally use them but some do.

If you have something that you don't want, think of who might want it. Bedding and towels can go to an animal rescue. If you have a glut of home grown fruit or veg, swap with your neighbours. Furniture can be donated to a Home Start scheme. People setting up home for the first time would be glad of it.

Can your 'grown out of', childrens clothes be passed on to a younger family member? Can you get together with other mums and have a clothes swap?

Yesterday I dismantled one of those fabric pet tunnels which I got out of a skip six months ago. The wire inside is like a giant spring. The fabric was worn and scruffy in parts so it couldn't be sold. Carol at the Crafty Club is making our Christmas tree for the festival and needed wire coils to put inside to support the structure. I knew that tunnel would come in useful for something. I can use the best bits of the fabric for something else.

Pieces of carpet can be cut to size and used for car mats. Towels can be cut down and made into dish cloths. Tooth brushes can be used to clean awkward to get to places. Old box files can be painted and used as sewing boxes. Curtains can be made into shopping bags.

It is a crying shame to throw away anything that could be useful. I only go to the council dump once or twice a year, and whatever I take cannot be used for anything else. It's usually stuff from the garden, mainly rotting wood which is so wet it's crumbling.

Can you add anything else to the re purposing good ideas list? Let's join Hugh and not throw anything away that's too good to waste. Share your tips, and put a stop to binning useful stuff.

Thanks for popping in. Catch you soon. Toodle pip


Monday, 2 November 2015

Rescuing spiders

Help, there's spiders crawling all over me, are they false widows or real widows? Now I don't mind sharing my house with spiders, but twelve of them, yikes! 
Did you think they were actually real spiders, did I have you fooled, no I thought not. I found them in a waste bin in the churchyard yesterday. A litter pick was needed after the Halloween celebrations on Saturday night. The Trick or Treaters having walked around the village scoffing sweets, chocolate, and crisps, cast their wrappers onto the ground wherever they were when the last mouthful was delivered. Muggins here went round and picked them all up. The spiders were at least discarded into a proper bin, among a bundle of bright green whispy cotton wool. Part of someones costume for sure. I separated them from their artificial web and brought them home in my pocket. They will come in useful for a crafting project.  
Found on my doorstep today, a huge bag of apples. My lovely neighbour from across the road always gives me a bag or two every year as their tree never fails to produce loads of them. These are very sweet and don't need any sugar added. Stewed apples with sultanas, with a dollop of yogurt on the top, delish. 
Just started another project. Remember the plastic mesh I found in the Village Hall rubbish bin? There was a big sheet of it. It looks like some sort of packaging material. Yes I am cutting up t-shirts, but I am not making a rug. Not saying anything else. Wait and see.
What a murky day it's been, the fog hasn't fully lifted all day. I had a quick visit to the mobile library after the Crafty Club, made a donation of some books which were given to me. Full house this morning, blimey, you should have heard all the chattering echoing around the room. it was deafening, I thought about switching my hearing aid off, ha ha.

Anyway, I am off to cut another t-shirt up. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Seeing eye to eye

Every night I get down on the floor and have a conversation with Rocky. I talk and he listens. I like sitting on the floor, and lying on the floor, don't know why, it just feels right. When I was young I used to lie on my back on the floor and look up at the ceiling and imagine it was the floor, and all the furniture was stuck to the ceiling and hanging down. Like a topsy turvy world. I just like floors, especially those with carpets. 
Do you lie on the floor? Or sit on the floor?

Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip