Casting off

 

We've lived in our current house for 37 years. The street we live in is very small - only 5 houses - and in all the years we've lived here, the road has never been resurfaced. Until now. 

Very exciting. 

Luckily we haven't needed to get our car out in the last few days, and tomorrow we're going up town in the bus, so that's all right. We do usually go to the supermarket on Thursdays, though. Hmm. We'll see. 

It's not really been gardening weather - cold and dank - so I've been getting on with making star patches out of Mr L's old shirts for his quilt. This is not how they'll be arranged. There are 9 because I wasn't concentrating - I only need 8, I think. Stars are a bit of a fiddle; the other patches will be less so, I hope. 

We have snowdrops and crocuses in the garden - not fully out crocuses, but they're showing colour. I'm eager to get the spring tidy done. On the other hand, it's chilly - not frosty, but not tempting. Playing with old shirts is more fun. 

I always wanted to make a quilt (a quilt - and I'm now on my 27th!) but never had time before I retired from teaching and indeed till after my mum died because she was then ill and needed looking after. My lovely mum was a chilly (not in personality, Margaret! - just in temperature) person and I now wish that I'd been able to make her a quilt to sit under in her pink chair. She'd have been impressed, too - not that my quilts are impressive, but she was my mum. She died 13 and a half years ago and I miss her a lot.