Darki, with a bit of luck you will have a new address by then.  Don't forget to let your son know.


 


Beanie, what is MY dog doing in YOUR  yard?  I had to check to make sure he was still  in the house.  :^O


Actually I have two which are dead ringers for Shatzi.




Really? I have seen a dog in town who is a male but looks exactly like shatzi. Amazing isnt it?



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Just a fly-by hello...am only on pc because I had to list some stuff but feet are swelling so back to bed to read a book and elevate the tootsies.



Hope you are having a good day, at least its the weekend coming up. though I will be busy again.



BIg wave
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Why isnt there a waving icon???



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Oh dear terra... seems we have run out of memories or we all have alzheimers disease and have forgotten.



I did remember something the other day, but has since forgotten it - see?  A Senior's Moment 😞



Here's one for the oldies... how many of you had mothers who taught you to knit, crochet, sew and cook?



These skills are going by the boards now and there are less and less women who know how to do these things... cooking yes, up to a point and sometimes the old roast beef dinners with roast potatoes and pumpkin, two greens, and Yorkshire Pudding with gravy appear on the tables but rarely now.



When my granddaughters arrive one of them is keen to learn to knit and sew.  Her mother doesn't know how, so she has signled me out as the 'Nan who can teach her' 🙂



Thankfully my own mother was well into making sure I could do these things and over the years they have brought me a lot of pleasure and relaxation.


Afternoon all


 


Where are you all hiding ??


 


Yes Darki my mother taught me how to knit and how to mend things while I leant how to sew clothes at school.  My MIL taught my mother how to crochet sadly I never learnt. 


 


 


 

Evening gerries-im still here.


Didnt learn any sewing stuff-but at a young age


had a long sickness.


Older bro  put 4 nails on the end of a cotton reel.


Not sure what it was called.


The knitted wool came out the bottom-in a tube shape.


took ages to make enough for a thing for old mum


to stand her teapot on.


PS---hope my mates dont read this thread -would


never live it down.lol....................Richo.

LOL @ richo 😄

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Hey Richo, I remember the cotton reel and tacks.  I think it was called French knitting.  You ended up with yards and yards of tubular knitting, and I never knew what to do with it....so I just started another one.


 


Also, keeping silkworms and feeding them mulberry leaves.  I can still remember the smell of them in the cardboard box with holes, waiting for them to make their silk cocoons.


 


Re the schools.....most gals left school with their Intermediate certifcate...third year of high school.  Most left knowing household management, sewing, cooking.....AND typing, business principles, bookkeeping, even shortland......ready to go out into the world and get a job.  


 


I bet the boys had a similar diverse education too. ie. at least knowing how to drive a nail into a piece of wood.


Evening gerries-im still here.


Didnt learn any sewing stuff-but at a young age


had a long sickness.


Older bro  put 4 nails on the end of a cotton reel.


Not sure what it was called.


The knitted wool came out the bottom-in a tube shape.


took ages to make enough for a thing for old mum


to stand her teapot on.


PS---hope my mates dont read this thread -would


never live it down.lol....................Richo.




French knitting Richo and good on ya old mum for showing you how and that you finished it 🙂



Ow! go-on Richo, lotsa guys do knitting and sewing and all sorts of stuff nowadays.. I knew a bloke who was perfectly happy to take out his tapestry if he has some spare time on his hands.



He was teacher and very happily married, no funny stuff and boy, did he do wonderful tapestry. 




My BIL does tapestry...he loves wild animals so thats what he usually does. It takes him ages. He does it to calm himself down...has CFS like me and your brain races on and on....doing some kind of stitching can be calming. I do it to the telly, crocheting my second blanket for the neices.  My BIL is not gay either...very happily married to my sister who he adores. Its mutual 🙂

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