Favorite pair of very comfortable shorts that I have owned for 18 years are slowly showing wear. I very nearly threw them out but they hold some fond memories for me, therefore  I am patching them ad hoc style. A hole appears, and so does a new patch. The more patches, the more interesting they will become. While I was sewing this afternoon, thinking about the diminishing arctic, and wondering how long we have left before the weather spirals out of control, as it has done in earths  past, I thought about the word love, and how carelessly this word is thrown around on the net, especially where business is involved.. 'Love' in my opinion , has a whole new meaning in this age. It should encompass not just our near friends and relatives, but the whole of earth and all its beings. Therefore, our actions towards the earth will determine how much we 'love' it's inhabitants. Love involves sacrifice, is selfless, and expects nothing in return. Not money, nor gifts, nor constant attention. 'Love is the answer', yes, but it Will take an awful lot of 'genuine' love before climate change is resolved. If ever.

First attempt at Vegan Butter. Cannot stop eating it , it is sooooo good. Spread on homemade scottish oatcakes , or sliced bread, it is scrumptious.

for the love of crochet

Such a relaxing past time it is to crochet.

I have seen some rather fetching crochet hearts floating around on the net, so inspired, I thought i would have a go. It takes centre place in the kitchen of course - the hub of family life.
Oh, I just had another thought. Why not  create another few, for my sorry looking keys.

yesterday , petit tresors , picked up from a favorite shop in the nicholson building.

. The fabric caught my eye at first, and next , I chose some antique paperie  to complement. What will I use the fabric for? It remains to be seen. 

6.45 pm

the golden glow of the afternoon light hints at autumn being near.

Received in the post today this lovely first edition book. The dust jacket being in very poor condition - the spine having been worn away to almost nothing and a few holes here and there, all kept in place with a plastic covering. I realise that although the plastic may prove some protection to the jacket, over time it may actually discolor the image, due to who- knows -what in the chemical make up  of the plastic. I also know that placing a film over the print immediately dulls the appearance of the image. So off it came, and hence the restoration began. Using acid free glue and artists paper, I reinforced all the areas that were falling apart, and using an image of the jacket art  I found on the web as a point of reference, I recreated the original drawing by filling in the missing areas. I'm very pleased with it now. 

today. I'm sitting at the computer, the homely and reassuring smell of toast fills the air as I

wait for the gas hot water service man to visit.

leaking unit meant we were forced to turn off the water at the mains yeserday , so have been making do on the water we have contained in bottles and other vessels. Hopefully soon the problem will be rectified. I have a pile of dishes that need cleaning !