Thursday, 20 February 2020

My Favourite Things . . .

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 These are a few of my favourite things.  Maybe some of them are yours also!  A few of the things which catch my eye, inspire me, pluck at my heart strings, make me smile, or that I just enjoy. I hope that they will do the same for you.   
 
 
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Cats in hats  . . .  its a relationship that began many moons ago with "The" cat in a hat, but has continued with various cats in hats  . . .  


 
 
Washi Stickers.  I love the water colour feel to them  . . . I use them to decorate my journal, letters, etc.


 
I love this  . . . feeling safe with someone  . . . 
 
 
   


 
Illuminated Manuscripts.  This one is the poetry of shelly and has been done by the late Jessie Baynes. There is such an art to this type of thing, with the drawings, the calligraphy, etc.  


 
 
 
Crepes  . . . .  with anything  . . . . tender, lacy, yumminess  . . .  



 
 
Linen curtains with lace edges  . . . .  and that one day in mid winter when you can throw the windows open and blow away some of the cobwebs  . . . 
 
 
  
 
 
Red and white kitchen linens  . . .  
 
 
 
 
Estonian Sheep Puppets  . . .  
 
 
  
 
 
Tree Canopies from the ground up.  They fascinate me  . . .  
 
 
 
 
 Flower sprigged plates  . . . . 
 
 
 
  
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Fish tail braids  . . . . 


 
 
 
Well dressed toes  . . . 
 
 
   

 
This painting by August Strindberg  . . .  is it a wall, or a river  . . .  does it matter? 
 
 

  
 
 
The illustrations of Elsa Beskow . . .  she was a Swedish children's book illustrator and author  . . . 
 
 
 

 
Pretty post boxes  . . . 
  

 
   

 
This type of closure on a garment  . . .  
 
 
 
 
Rooms filled with light  . . .  and white  . . . .  I love anything white, pristine  . . .  clean. 
 
 

 
Bright copper kettles, so long as I don't have to polish them myself  . . .  I hate polishing copper . . .   
 

 
 
The colour mustard . . . . 
 
 
  
 
 
Dishes with secret lives  . . . . .
  
 
 
 
The sound of the air after a heavy snow fall  . . . .
 
 
 
  
 

The feeling of a wet nose on my calves, pushing me into the kitchen of a morning  . . . 


 
 
A well dressed hot water bottle  . . . .
 
 
  
 

Mittens not gloves  . . .  always.  I love being able to feel my other fingers  . . . 

And those are my favourite things for this week.  How about you?


A thought to carry with you  . . . 


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The older you grow,
the  more present you become.
•。★★ 。* •。★★ 。* 
 
 

 
 
In the English Kitchen today  . . .  Berry & Cream Croissant French Toast Casserole for Two.  Scrumdiddlyumptious! 
 
Have a wonderful Thursday. I hope that you get to enjoy a few of your favourite things!  Don't forget! 
 
 
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And I do too!      
 




 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 19 February 2020

Wednesday Chit Chat . . .


Early in December I placed four hyacinth bulbs into a bowl of soil and popped them into the dark cupboard which lies beneath our stairs.  I had been feeding them occasionally with a bit of water, but I'm afraid that during the whole of the last few months they have been completely . . . entirely . . . totally . . . forgotten and neglected.  There has been so much going on, I suppose its only natural that I would forget. 

Yesterday I remembered that they were there and I popped my head into the cupboard to see how they were doing, expecting fully to see that they would be sitting there dry and lifeless.  I was so amazed . . . the impossible had happened, and there in the bowl the soil had been pierced by three green tips and shoots. 



Spring bulbs always look so dry and unpromising when you put them into the soil.   It's difficult to imagine them bursting out into a blaze of coloured blooms.   I am always  amazed when that happens, and when it happens despite my neglect, it is even more amazing and surprising.  A holy mystery . . . a bit of a miracle . . .


I placed the bowl on our dining room windowsill this morning and my heart was filled with the holiness of this miracle . . .  and yes . . .  gratitude for my Heavenly Father who, even when I fall asleep at the wheel, remains steadfast and true despite my neglect.



 Miracles inspire reverence don't you think?

Sometimes I think I am a little bit like a dusty dry bulb . . . looking and feeling  forlorn and without promise, and yet . . . the miracle is that He still makes something of me and helps me to be all that I can be, despite my own neglect from time to time.    I love the thought that I am a Holy miracle.

“Your Father in heaven knows your name 
and knows your circumstance. 
He hears your prayers. 
He knows your hopes and dreams, 
including your fears and frustrations. 
And He knows what you can become 
 through faith in Him.” 
~Jeffrey R Holland 


The weather lately here in the UK and elsewhere in Europe has been seriously horrible. We have had so much rain that much of the country is under water.  In the Winter one does get tired of the rain, much the same as you might get tired with the snow in North America.  It can really get you down and then a beautifully wrapped package falls through the letterbox.  Elaine had said she had sent me a small package a few weeks back.  I was so excited to get it, but it was so beautifully wrapped that I almost didn't want to unwrap it.  She is an expert at gift wrapping.  Just look at how beautiful that is. Such attention to detail.  I just had to sit and look at it for a few minutes, it was so very lovely. I wish I had that talent . . . 




The card first  . . .  there was a lovely letter inside. I do so love getting mail.  It can really cheer up a gloomy day. 



And then inside.  I think that Elaine and I met through Susan Branch. Kindred spirits and all that.  This ittle book put a huge smile on my face and a dimple in my cheek.  Thank you so much Elaine. I know you had wanted it to arrive prior to Valentine's Day, but God's timing is perfect and it arrived just when it needed to!   



That got me to thinking about how I met some of my invisible friends through the years.  I met Elaine via Susan Branch.  I think she probably followed a comment I had left on Susan's page back here. 


I think I met Monique via the Tuesday's with Dorie baking group.  Each week we baked one of Dorie's recipes from her cookbook, and then we would all visit each other's pages to see how we had done. Some people just click from the start and here we are all these years later still corresponding.


Pam, I met on the old Aol Journals, and then we kept following each other on here when they finished.  I don't know what is up with commenting.  I read her every day (as she posts every day) and yet for some reason on the iPad I am unable to comment.  I haven't been able to figure it out yet. 

There was quite a few of us who migrated to Blogger from the old AOL Journals when they shut them down,  Sybil, Angie, Pam and a few others.  There are only a very few of us that are still blogging.  I continue to blog because I get a great joy from it.  It helps to keep my mind active and I love the people I meet via this.  I have met and made the nicest friends online.  



I had to share this image. I love it so.  I love anything Vintage.  Mitzie is feeling a lot better.  I get really upset when she is not feeling well.  We had her to the Vets on Monday as she had developed a rather large lump on her chest near her left leg.  I could cup it in my hand.  I feared the worst, breast cancer, etc.  But the Vet did an aspiration and says it is only a fat lump and quite common in dogs.  But if it gets much larger and starts to hamper her walking we can have it removed, otherwise just leave it.  I think the upset from the aspiration, etc. made her feel a bit out of sorts.  In any case she seems perfectly normal now, whew! 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day  . . . 


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When the right person hugs you
its like medicine.
I am so grateful for those
people in my life 
who are good for my soul.
~Steve Maraboli •。★★ 。* 。 



There is no new recipe in The English Kitchen today but they have published another one of my recipes on The Home Chef World page for White Chocolate Bread Pudding with a Raspberry Coulis Sauce.  Oh boy this was very naughty. I sent most of it over to my next door neighbour.  She has a strapping 19 year old son and her nieces are often there.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.  Don't forget! 


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And I do too!