Sunday, February 19, 2017

The weekend

Yesterday we walked with friends, starting at Newbattle Abbey, which was originally a Cistercian monastery founded in 1140. Not much of the original building remains, however, after having been burned by English royal forces in 1385 and again in 1544. Some of the abbey still does exist within the building, which was largely rebuilt as a stately home in 1650 and was further modified in the early to mid 19th century. It's now an adult education college.

It has a slightly mossy but still quite elegant formal garden at the back,

and also much woodland, with carpets of snowdrops (oh, the temptation - resisted - to dig a few up)

and walks by the river. The weather was much nicer than it looks here: mild, springlike, windless, exhilarating.

Now, enough of this leisure: I've started to make a quilt for Grandson using these bits - mainly leftover fabric from Mr Life's railway quilt. This is going to involve some crazy quilting, which I've never tried before. I don't think he'll be a severe critic as long as it has vehicles and road and train signs.

And here's Vaseline's 1925 advert. All you need to protect your skin from the sun, seemingly, is a thick layer of this. You'll be fine, Australia! And you'll smell spectacular.


  1. Believe it or not Vaseline is what my Mother-in-law used on her face and she had such beautiful skin.

  2. Vaseline is the BEST. I love the stuff for lips especially. Looks like a great walk!

  3. The petrol aspect of petroleum jelly has never impressed itself on me before now. It has a smell like no other. I wonder who owns the Vaseline company. Will go and look.

  4. Oh to be on your walks every week! You visit such beautiful places. I LOVE that you've started a quilt for Grandson -- partly because I know what quilts must follow LOL. And, the vaseline add is a pretty funny -- guess they didn't know about SPF back then!

  5. Good for You. I knew Grandson needed a quilt. After that one for will be busy for a while yet.

  6. When I was young, an elderly friend of mine used to swear by left over oil in the sardine tin. I actually don't think it even worked but I don't think people knew as much in those days.