Friday, December 07, 2007
Big Room part deux
The comments this week have been dwindling but the site figures say you're still all out there and you brought some friends with you. I'm guessing that there's a natural limit to the number of times the same people can be expected to enthuse over the same house full of Christmas cheer... but I'm getting several hundred visitors a day so delurk dammit ... oops... gotta live up to my 'nice' award - umm - delurk pretty please ?
It's been yet another hot and muggy day with all of about six drops of rain at 6.30am ... all THAT did was raise the humidity level a touch. Woo...pee...do!
Ms BJC is flying over from Tassie at lunchtime tomorrow and will be collected on the drive-thru by Corrie and Ian. The four of us are going to hear Handel's Messiah sung at Bendigo's Catholic Cathedral tomorrow evening. It used to be an annual Melbourne ritual before I moved up here and I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to it. Especially because it's my [early] berfday treat from Corrie and yummy David Hobson is singing the tenor part again... and speaking of the anniversary of one's Natal day as I believe we just were: Happy berfday to Nadie's BF Chris, aka The Boy. His day was actually Thursday.
Now all I have to do before Messiah, is to survive the Goldfield's Quilters Annual Chrissie luncheon here tomorrow afternoon... which I AM also looking forward to but these things are always a bit on the hectic side ... just wish that they weren't both on the same day... and to top it off friends from Melbourne rang to say they'd be in the area for a party and would be dropping in... yes ... tomorrow afternoon. Had to ask them to make it Sunday morning instead.
most of this lot is pretty self explanatory with two possible exceptions:
You probably need to know that this quilt measures all of about 8 inches square
that the shabby little paper nativity is priceless, at least to me.
According to my late mother's neat little notation on the back, it was bought for 1/3 [ 12 cents ] in 1950 ... which was my parents' first Christmas as a married couple and they were stony broke. Mum had to make do with what she had... pages from the Reader's Digest cut out and framed, paper chains, etc. If they'd been a little better off, things would've been thrown away and I probably wouldn't still have this little treasure or another that I'm going to blog about when we reach the kitchen which is all that's left