Coming up to the surface

The last week has been a marathon of "twosie-foursie" piecing .  My scrap drawer was stuffed full of bits of fabric.  This type of piecing has me taking all of the scraps onto my table or sewing machine, and then picking up two pieces and sewing them together--some how.  When ALL of the pieces are sewn together, and the seams pressed, each piece of two, a twosie, is sewn to another piece of two into a foursie.  Then on to eightsies and so on until you have pieces large enough to cut out your final desirable piece--in my case a 9 1/2" square.  Very labour intensive.  Time that could have been spent purging.  But we've done enough purging lately that we should be able to take two large bags to the thrift store tomorrow.

The Christmas treats are more plentiful than the last few years.  We've eaten  24 the tarts from a full jar of mincemeat, and I've been asked to make more.  Yes, purging involves emptying all of the jars hidden under the stairs.  Our reservations for Christmas day have been made and confirmed.  

Recently  I joined a group on the internet that was promoting 10 days of meditation and mending.  (I do weird things like that)  I've been receiving an inspirational poem every day based on mending.  Saturday they had a group Zoom meeting with  a speaker- a female Pastor who spoke about the presence of women's voices in the Bible in a very gentle, inclusive way, linking that to the period of Advent--a period of waiting and preparation, and the only time that there are no male voices, only May and Martha.  She linked this concept of waiting and meditation to women's roles through all cultures over time.  A lot of thought in a short presentation that lead to about an hour's discussion about various ways of looking at the word "mending" as it can be used. Obviously it has led to a lot of thought on my part.  There is a recording somewhere.  I can find a link if anyone is interested

And now we wait for Christmas, or more likely, in our house, for the 28th and Jan 1st, and wondering if Liquor and Lotteries will be on strike by then.  All of these negotiations and strikes are taking a terrible toll on Loren.  He looked exhausted and aged when we saw him last week.  Nothing I can do except limit my demands on him.

Take care ladies and stay safe.



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