Flashback ... of the craft kind

This is the first thing I ever made.

I made this kitten when I was 9 years old, at Zetland Primary School,

Redcar, in Northern England.

I gave it to my Gran, and it lived at her house, until she died,

then it came across the sea, to live with me.

13 years ago ...

our place ... lately.

Found at the oppy, a rare find, my local Vinnies has gone to the dogs.

They no longer put things on the floor as they come in, instead they are

sending everything to a central warehouse, and in turn receiving stuff

from a central warehouse, so the stock is not the same. It's bland, homogenised.

I wonder how much ends up in the bin now?

Gone are the old girls sitting at the till in a dimly lit store, pontificating

the cost of living, and young people's lack of manners - I miss them.

Found at the bottom of the garden.

These appeal to the old girl in me!

Sew (more show than tell).

The pattern.

Serious face, don't know why!

I've made a couple of these maxi skirts, even though I'm short!

But, who follows fashion rules?

More showing the fabric and my funny toes than the skirt!

This in mid-length style with side pockets.

Found Picture #2

Hungary, a tree somewhere ... early 60's.

Father of little girl in previous picture in white T.shirt.

Pre marriage, children & Sydney.

Found Photo #1

Bondi, block of flats, early 70's.

I feel strange owning this photo.

I'm the custodian of this photo.

it comes to be in my possession by default.

I'm not related to this little girl.

She is from Hungary, and immigrated here with her

father and mother in the 1970's.

her Mother didn't like Sydney,

or she didn't like her father, either way, she returned to Hungary.

Her father stayed in Syndey, and married

Big D's Nan (2nd mariage on both parts) sometime in the 1980's, whereupon

this little girl returned to Hungry.

When Big D's Nan passed away, we found a bag of

photos ... and they were going to be thrown away.

We decided we would keep them.

Goodness Gracious!

Long time between posts. Seasonal depression getting to me I think, freaking cold.

All is good at chez Ethel and Fred, the usual winter stuff .... living for food!

Sorting through 'stuff' the material things, ergo the pic, some of my

necklaces. Little P used to call them 'neck-ins' cute, so literal.

Looking forward to the School Hols,

lots more time to hang out in jammies,

hopefully some creative pursuits too!