Sunday, 1 December 2013

Precious Sundays


Just stopping by to say a fond farewell to Storytelling Sunday. After three wonderful years of memorable yarns, it's creator has rung down the final curtain with a cracking tale that is the perfect reminder to us all to listen more carefully and take note of those small but oh, so important moments that happen every day. Write them down, record them in some way, so that they are never forgotten. Storytelling Sunday has given so many of us the opportunity to do just that and I will miss it greatly.

Thank you Sian for creating and inviting me to remember so many big and small occasions during the past couple of years during my participation. Sharing stories, feeling part of a group of lovely bloggers, has meant a lot to me.

The theme for Storytelling Sunday Three this past year has been Pick Your Precious. As this is the last one, I can think of nothing more precious than my family. These past few months have been enormously difficult ones and continue to be so. Life sometimes has a way of turning your world upside down and the things you enjoy the most have to take a back seat. I have felt the lack of blogging keenly but the living has had to be got through. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans, sang John Lennon in a 'Beautiful Boy'. How true is this?

I recently celebrated my 68th birthday. My elder daughter took me out for afternoon tea with the grandchildren. How precious is this!


My younger daughter was too ill to travel, but I joined her and her husband in Kent a few days later and celebrated my son-in-law's birthday.

These are the people that mean the world to me. They are my precious.


So, a fond farewell Storytelling Sunday. Your stories will never be forgotten.

Hugs, Irene x

Saturday, 21 September 2013

Scavenger Hunt 2013


Rather like Shakespeare, I feel that this Summer's lease hath all too short a date. It passed so quickly while my time was occupied elsewhere. Having entered into Rinda's Scavenger Hunt last year - and loved it - I so wanted to join in this time round. Let's get going!

It's still the 21st September as I write this, so if Blogger is kind, I may yet get to post the photographs from the list. Here goes!

An open air market

Theatre in the Park

A Civic Building


A sunset

Someone taking a nap

unintentionally funny sign (makes me smile!)

A tower

Something out of place

An outside bench

An animal in a zoo

A cloud in the shape of a feather

A fence

A stained glass window taken outside

A fire engine

A windmill

A candle

Local coffee house

a fisherman

A dinosaur (or three)

Holding an artistic tool - doodle time!

I feel a real sense of achievement being able to join in. I will get round to putting them all into my Project Life album soon, which is how I presented them last year. Now to go and link them up...

My thanks to Rinda for organising this yearly event. It is such good fun and my grandchildren really enjoyed helping me look for several items this year.

I am looking forward to some time to visit other participants in the near future. I bet there are some amazing photographs. If you want to check these out, pop on over to Gallo Organico to follow the links.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Friday, 20 September 2013

Curious Collections


During a recent stay with my daughter and son-in-law in Kent, I had the opportunity to visit the Turner Contemporary in Margate to see the exhibition Curiosity: Art and the Pleasures of Knowing. You can read more about it here. As a collector, I was fascinated by the diversity of the shown collections, everything from photographs to a collection of Rolodexes from the Center for Land Interpretation. I particularly enjoyed seeing five pen and ink studies by Leonardo da Vinci, a favourite being A cloudburst of material possessions in which household articles appeared to be raining down from the clouds. He drew this sometime between 1510-1513. The drawings were in amazing condition considering the paper used and their age. Can you imagine the journey they have been on? The tales they could tell?

In the foyer of the gallery were several sculptured pieces by the artist Juan Munoz: Conversation Piece III, 2001. They were arranged as though frozen in mid conversation. My daughter was greeted by one of the sculptures. 

Another delight of the exhibition was the opportunity to leave a message of curiosity and this wall of notes was a paper lover’s dream. It looks choreographed but people had just placed their messages randomly.

As we were leaving Margate, along the seafront I spotted a clock tower. I am rather late in publishing my Scavenger Hunt finds this year. The photographs are in my camera but several haven’t yet made it on to the blog and I must remedy that soon as the deadline is fast approaching... Here’s number 8, a tower, taken from the car as we drove by.

Be back soon. 

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Planning a fun weekend


This weekend will be my eldest grand-daughter's 7th birthday. I can hardly believe that seven years have elapsed since that incredible day when she was born at my home. My daughter elected to have a home birth and I had the privilege to witness the birth together with her husband and two midwives. It was such a special time being with my daughter as she gave birth to hers. 

In September 2006, my daughter and her husband were living with me prior to moving into their new home and now, seven years on, we are all living together again. I am in my lovely granny annexe and they are in the main house. This arrangement is working out so well. We each have our privacy and really enjoy the times we are all together. And, I get to spend as much time as I want with my three grandchildren - lucky granny!

The children's new school term started yesterday; my eldest grand-daughter's third year and the first for my grandson. He was a little apprehensive as he left for school but had a really happy day. I tried to get a photograph before they left the house but couldn't get the children to stand still, hence the blur. This is the best I could do for the family album. At least it is some kind of a record for this momentous day...

And now, back to that birthday. I have been rather busy making decorations for the birthday party with the aid of my eldest grand-daughter and my younger daughter and son-in-law. The party has a fun theme. Can you guess from these photographs what we have been making?

For these decorations, we used pages from the numerous catalogues that find their way to my door. 

And lots of scrapbooking paper for these.

Next week, I will post some more photographs of them in situ

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend.

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Show me the Way

Hello to you all

The suggested theme for this month's Storytelling Sunday is a small story; it can be about a lucky charm or a talisman. This theme is very apt, for I had already chosen a precious item about which to write. Here it is.

It is hand-carved and measures a mere 1 1/2 x 1 inch. I love that it is so beautifully pieced together, the small heart fitting neatly into it's chosen spot, the smoothness of the wood in my hand. This compass has been my travelling talisman for a great number of years. How many more journeys will we make together? I am hoping for a few! 

If you enjoy a good story be it short, long, small or tall, then do pop on over to Sian's blog, From High in the Sky. You will be glad that you did.  

Thank you for stopping by.

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Around here


During this busy summer, I have spent quite a lot of time with the grandchildren. I am grateful for this precious opportunity for in a week's time, my grandson will be off to 'big' school with his elder sister. I can hardly believe it! Here he is on Graduation Day at his nursery.

A digital Project Life page using template B, Clementine paper and journalling card

While he was at Nursery part-time, I got to spend the occasional day with him; just the two of us. We had some lovely jaunts and plenty of time spent in the garden.

Lots of ball games with his sister too

While our baby looked on

She is desperate to walk and be able to join in the fun. 

Must get back to stitching on those name tags for my grandson's new school uniform. It's going to be an interesting time when he has to wear it as he has an aversion to buttons... but that's another story.

Enjoy the rest of the week. It's flying by!

Monday, 26 August 2013

August Simply a Moment

It is 2:20 pm on the 15 August and I am at our local hospital waiting for some blood tests to be carried out. In my heart, I am hoping that after today's tests, I will be informed that I will not need them for another year.

In my head is another story. I am thinking back to exactly a year ago today, 15 August 2012, and how much I was looking forward to a friend's visit. Our friendship spans 38 years and throughout that time we have shared much joy and sometimes sadness; we have watched each other grow through motherhood and latterly, my becoming a grandmother. 

During her visit, I confided in her about a personal matter that was troubling me. I remember being a little shocked by her immediate response but felt I needed time to reflect on her reaction. Her support on the matter was not how I had expected it to be, especially because she had been through a similar experience herself. The rest of the visit passed most pleasurably and she thoroughly enjoyed seeing all my family. I dropped her off at our local railway station and we parted, as always, the best of friends.

Moving on through this year, we continued to email and speak on the telephone whenever possible. She still stood firm on her viewpoint and I didn't let it affect our friendship... that is, until... during our last conversation in June she said something so hurtful and painful to me that we haven't spoken since. She has not apologised to me and as time has elapsed, I guess she never will. 

As I am sitting here, I am thinking about loss. The loss of a friendship that means so much to me. The difficulty this division has made to our mutual friends. I am hoping that by writing this down the hurt in my heart will lessen. There doesn't seem any possible way back now. Forgiveness is one thing, but I don't seem able to forget. It's a new sensation for me. Throughout my life, I have been able to accept that sometimes that's the way life is and moved on accordingly. I wish I could forget.

I think that Henri Nouwen, a Dutch Clergyman, explains friendship more succinctly 

'When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender heart.' 

Although I am rather late joining in with Simply a Moment, I am grateful to Alexa over at Trimming the Sails to have this monthly opportunity to record this very personal Moment.