No time to honk!

Not only geese come in threes; the planets span against us and we had a sprained ankle (Andy, from cricket, but recovered now), chest x-rays (me, hopefully nothing to worry about) and a persistent furball (Pumpkin, who is now bright as a button since I spent all my goose-doll earnings on his vet's bill).

It has been a never ending list of - cottage-cleaning, potato harvesting, blight-ridden tomato bed clearing and subsequent green tomato chutney making, jam making, cricket weekends and somehow finding and extra hour or two every day as it has been decreed by my young, not-exactly-svelte-himself doctor that I need to lose a stone. So the surrounding villages have been having me as a regular visitor as I cycle the pounds off. My normal work schedule has been thrown to the winds and I am trying to frantically rein it in. I do not consider three new geese to be an acceptable week's work. Noses will be pressed to the grindstone, if I can summon the energy.

(So yes, for the people who missed the last lot,
I have three new geese for sale, on Etsy)

Honk for geese!

I've been sewing again, for the first time in over twelve years. My antique Jones machine is in perfect working order, if a little dusty. My own 'machinery' though, is less well oiled. It has been what you might call a bit of a battle, but I am getting there, slowly. I need to invest in a 'Quick Unpick'.

Further pictures of the uphill struggle to re-discover my textile roots to come...I used to be able to do this, once upon a time.