I first blogged this cushion here, 6 weeks ago but put it to one side not being entirely happy with it. Most of the whitework cushions I’ve done recently have an initial or a monogram in the middle and this one definitely looked a bit empty without something there. The obvious answer often stares you in the face and it didn’t take too much thinking to realise that what this cushion needed was an extra fern. Much happier, I went on to make up the cushion.
In terms of maps showing the extent and intensity of coronavirus spread, we live in the South West and as such have not been subject to severe restrictions. But – as anywhere we might go in the near, and even not so near, future has – we have decided to spend the next 6 months or so at home gradually refining our possessions. Our local Red Cross bookshop is limiting book donations to 2 bags per week, which suits us just fine. My husband has found this gentle pace conducive to sorting through what remains of his theological books – much better than having to make a sudden onslaught at them which could leave him panicky and depressed. This way you can put some books to one side, think about them, even re-read them, and then send them off at a later date. I’m working through a shelf of books I’d quite like to read again but not to keep. I’m on my second Sophie Hannah psychological thriller – very clever but a bit too wordy as to psychological justification for my taste. These I shall be quite happy to read again and then get rid of. It may even make me look for secondhand copies of her books which I haven’t read … and then they too, once read, can go back to the Red Cross for someone else to enjoy.
As with books, so with fabric. So, it’s been more storage bags (out of fabric languishing in a role on top of my wardrobe), mended children’s clothes that can go off to the grandchildren, repaired dolly’s knickers (can I remember where the doll is?) and tea towels made out of some soft Madras cotton that used to curtain my kitchen 20 years ago when I lived in London. I now have my eyes on making Christmas stockings out of a patchwork quilt that never really worked and making old mattress protectors into pillow protectors for the family in London. And embroidery is still there for relaxation after hours at the sewing machine!
This morning’s rain has stopped and weak sun slants through my window. Now is the time to get off to the garage to find that half finished patchwork quilt. It’s a good evening on the TV for unpicking – ‘Strictly’ early on and two episodes of the Scandi drama later on.