was lovely to look at, but hard to hold. Cold. That
sums it up. We had blue skies and bitter cold. Lovely
your inside looking out, which I was. Attila was not.
I dragged out my old sewing machine, an Elna Lotus. I bought this lovely machine in 1970, when I was working on my first degree, in Home Economics. I started out at Ryerson in a certificate program, but Ryerson received university status while I was attending and the whole thing morphed into a three year BSc. I couldn't hold out financially for three years so that degree only saw two and a half years towards completion. No certificates were given after the degree status was granted so there were quite a few of us who attended three years and got nothing for our trouble. They said they were sorry. That made all the difference. Not. Those cracks I keep falling into showed up early in my life. But I digress.
I bought this sewing machine to fulfill the requirements of the coursework in couturier techniques. I made some lovely items at that time. I seldom sew these days, but every once in a while I get the bug and out the old girl comes. I have several projects in mind this year, one was completed today and another sits ready to keep me busy tomorrow.
Since the sun was shining, I set up a card table by the big window and sat there working on a jigsaw puzzle. Attila and I like to while away a little time working on jigsaw puzzles. A quiet time when the mind can wander free and conversation becomes unfocused and easy. I spent the morning sitting in the sun with the puzzle. Sunlight has a way of lightening the grip of cabin fever.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Winter scene for a winter's day... hmm.. it is not winter yet!
By The Easy Chair
The Forsyte Saga
by John Galsworthy
"The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think."
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure: 102.6 kPa
Visibility: 14.5 km
Humidity: 78 %
Wind Chill: -17
Wind: SE 15 km/h
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