It's late Tuesday night as I write this and "I am having a mare". It has been one of those days when there is so much to do and time just flies by and you feel like you are walking in a bowl of treacle. As how fast you think you are thinking, as how fast you think your fingers are flying on the old keyboard you don't seem to be getting very far. And there are loads of little red dots under words that you have mis-typed. How come an ex typing teacher gets lots of typos? Yes, I taught typing at evening classes once of a day. If my students saw the work I have produced they would not believe it and I would have my knuckles rapped, not that I did that to them, but it did happen to me in my younger days.
My desk is full of typing as I have been busy doing reports for the upcoming AGM at our club. I've had to do a report for another of the officers as well as my own as I just heard she is not coming. There are last minute alterations to the notes on my agenda and my head is a bit fried. All in a day's work for a retiree.
So now it is out with the cardstock and inks in readiness to make a couple of birthday cards. Still have not made one for the little one that I mentioned the other week, poor Theo keeps going on the back burner, only because I want to do something special that I haven't done before for him. So no cards to show you and doubtful they will be done before morning. But, not to worry, I have something lovely to show you.
I had a Twiddlemitt made by the lovely Jo for my friend who has gone into dementia care. I could not believe it when this huge parcel dropped through my letterbox and I saw what was inside it. Jo had incorporated so many of the things I told her my friend might remember and talk about. I told you she was the person who first introduced me to papercrafting and we had met at cake icing so cakes became a focal point and ... well ... here you are - as you can see in this first photo there are cakes, centrepiece is a lovely wedding cake and the ones to the left look so much like my raspberry buns and I am sure the one on the right is a Victoria Sponge. Isn't that a pretty tablecloth they are sitting on? And what about the bunting at the top just below the rainbow?
The next photo shows you the number 66 hidden beneath the bunting. That is her favourite way of describing me as I used to live by the M66. I specifically asked for that to go on - thanks Jo.
Now here is a bicycle from when she used to go around to school's doing the cycling proficiency scheme with the kiddies. She loved that little job along with her being a member of the Scout movement and working with the Cubs. Just below the bicycle you can see a stream with a little bridge over it. When her husband reached a special 'zero' birthday he had a party and his big present was a little wooden bridge which ran over a stream they had made in their garden. They were excellent gardeners, something she carried on as long as she was able to. So that is for her to remember her husband with.
As you can see, at the back it is a profusion of flowers, grass she can run through her fingers and poppies she can furl and unfurl, tiny bushes to feel and some lovely twiddly bits at the bottom. Of course the inside is worked on as well and there is a pom pom for her to play with, a huge button and a gorgeous soft chenille tail like piece for her to stroke.
I am so thrilled with this and cannot wait to go and see her and give it to her. I have to wait until the family say it is ok to go and have been told that as soon as they go and find she is ok I will be one of the first to be notified. Up to now she has had no outside visitors, not even family. I just hope and pray she will still know me but if she doesn't it won't make any difference, I can still go as someone who cares about her and can chat to her about the various bits on her Twiddlemit. All thanks to Jo who I know thanks to WOYWW. What a wonderful thing Julia did all those years ago when she first set it up. Cheers!
