Gone on Safari

Gone On Safari
Embed from Getty Images

Dear readers,
The day has finally come! Tomorrow afternoon I’ll be jetting off to deepest darkest Africa. (Can one call Johannesburg and the glorious South African coutryside deepest and darkest? Perhaps one can when considering the crime, fraud and apathy that plagues those in government.)
But I’m going for the joy and delight of visiting family and friends. It’s been a while, so every face is sweeter and more precious. See you in five weeks!

On my wishlist:

The fairy toed pink tutued granddaughter
The jumping super quick grandson
The spiny racer son
The gentle eyed daughter-in-law
Flocks of friends and family.

Life Celebration #4

The Joy of Giving

My celebration today is in the joy of gift giving, and more specifically, of giving hand made gifts.

There was a time when all gifts used to be hand made. You couldn’t walk into a shop and buy something off the shelf like you can today. You thought about the person to whom you wanted to give the gift. You tried to find the perfect thing. You saved money, time and materials to ensure your gift was perfect. A father might make a toy for a child’s birthday. A daughter might embroider an apron for a mother, or a handkerchief for a father.

This year has been particularly busy for me. We’re visiting family and friends next month, so I’ve tried to make some of my gifts.



This was the first shopping bag and holder I made. Two more soon followed.

I think the cat bag is the best. What do you think?

A friend’s daughter has had a baby, so I couldn’t resist making some baby clothes.



The joy of giving a hand made gift is both in the making and in the giving. I love the feeling of completing a project and being happy with it. I love imagining the person wearing it or using it. And I love the look on their face when they open the gift. I think it’s true – it’s better to give than to receive.

Do you make gifts? What do you make? Do you like receiving hand made gifts? Tell us about it in the comments.

Spring Cleaning!

Notice anything different? Yes, we’re spring cleaning. Well actually, we’re having a makeover. Please be patient while this blog gets a new look. It may take some time and patience as we try on every dress in the store until we find the one we like best. Feel free to tell us what you like or don’t like, and we’ll consider your ideas while flouncing around in our new clothes. But like any self-respecting teenager, our decision will be final! Our first tryout is Pink Touch 2. I love the way the photos are larger in this theme, and the font is larger too. Much better for people whose eyes tire easily.  It also has more formats, including audio. Hmmm… something new to try out. What do you think, dear reader?

Spring azaleas
Spring azaleas

How the Grinch Stole Grammar!

Grinning from ear to ear.
This grammarly poem I have to share.

Stroppy Editor

(With apologies to Dr Seuss)

Every Who down in Who-ville liked English a lot
But the Grinch, who lived just north of Who-ville, did NOT!
Whenever he thought of the language, he’d languish
In horrified anger and furious anguish!
But the funny thing was that beneath all this hate
He somehow believed, well, that English was great.
But it wasn’t the English the Whos wrote and spoke –
No! THAT made him scowl! Made him fume! Made him choke!
Made him choke!
Made him choke!

So what on earth was it the innocent Whos
Were doing so wrong with the language they’d use?
If you were to walk into Who-ville one day
You’d see lots of people with fine things to say.
They’d joke and exclaim and they’d promise and sing,
They’d chat and debate – yes, they’d do anything
That this wonderfully versatile…

View original post 1,203 more words