I know, I did post yesterday about my various exploits, but remembered
today as I was outside repotting plants,
that gardening was and is my first passion. Grow most of my veggies and
soft fruit.
Then I went upstairs to look for something, and found my old jacket that
I stitched by hand from my mother's
tablecloth when I was about 15-16. It was one of those velvety ones with
a Persian carpet pattern. I wore it a lot,
and even made a matching handbag out of the sideboard runner that
matched it, even though my brothers-in-law use to tease me,
saying they could still see where a hot iron had scorched it.
The bag is long gone, but I kept the jacket as a reminder of my hippy
years. Must be a musuem piece by now.
Agnes Boddingon - lovely spring day, great for gardening in Ellougthon UK
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