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Friday, 27 March 2015

Happy, Sad and Downright Annoying, Mail that is.

I was in full "Housewife Mode" this morning, kitchen done, bathroom done, bed thrown open to air, washing on the whirligig and was ironing yesterdays "leftovers", I simply ran out of steam.

Then, joyful sound, the postie rapping on the door, I knew it was him he tries to wake the dead.

He brought me 2 letters and a parcel. I love parcels and this was the best sort .......Unexpected, oh yum.

Happy, happy, happy.

 
This card was enclosed, I just want to pick him up and snuggle into the sofa with him.

 
Woo Hoo, tea, and one of my favourites.

 
Another treat, fabric in lots of colours, something for me in there, I feel it in my bones.

 
A vintage piece of lace and cross stitch, this will have to be mounted, framed and hung in full view.

 
A bright and cheerful vintage apron, to be cherished and used.

 
Another, slightly longer, look at the stitch work in there.
 
 
 
Thank you so much Leisha, a true blog friend.
 
The tea is so good, I have a cup beside me, and another in the pot.
 
Now to the Annoying,
 
 
Unsolicited mail, an offer that I have declined many times. This came with a card and instructions to activate it. Cut in half and launched into the recycling bin.
 
If I was at all interested I would have accepted one of the many offers in the past. Now even if I was interested I would not take it up. Cutting off nose to spite face? Maybe, but that is how I am.
 
And finally to the sad part.
 
 


 
This envelope was also in the post, sadly empty, the stamp has not been franked so there is no post mark to give me a clue. I suspect that it was the Greetings Card that I won in a giveaway but can not be sure. If  you recognise your hand writing then do let me know. There are few things worse than half a story.
 
On a completely different subject, I watched Home for Dinner, by chance a few nights ago. I got the second part and enjoyed it and last night watched the first episode on catch up. I now realise that I am perfectly right in my belief that I had a very good childhood compared to many. I have never eaten food that I felt was disgusting. I have never been hungry because there was not enough to eat. Mind you I never got to wear those fancy clothes, not much use on a holding even if all I was big enough to do was feed the rabbits.
That was a most important task, first I had to walk the hedgerows and gather hogweed, dandelion leaves and such like. Then the hutches had to be cleaned out and fresh straw put in, while the rabbits were eating all the old bedding had to be taken to the compost bins and added to the correct bin.
Those rabbits were food, plain and simple. We ate them, we sold them and we bartered them for butchers meat and milk and cream.
 
There was always butter and milk, fresh eggs ( I did not have to collect the eggs as the Cockerel was nearly as big as me ) and heaps of fresh veg and fruit in season.
Clothes were sometimes "interesting", my Granny was good at remaking adults clothes into child size garments, a pair of trousers with only the bottoms of the legs worth saving was soon transformed into a skirt.
 
I suppose that was part and parcel of country life as apposed to town. I know that I had the best end of the stick.
 
I have cut out the bird and heart templates from my new magazine, and they have been glued to thin card, once dry I will cut them out and be ready to do some crafting.
 
But first I need to wring another cuppa from my pot.
 
                             TTFN                                            Pam


19 comments:

  1. My mother was a wizz at sewing, she could make anything from old clothes, she also fed us well, not rich with money, but had the best childhood. Love your vintage lace and cross stitch, in years to come, maybe one of mine will be found and loved as vintage. I wonder how much it must cost for all the junk mail, the returns can't match the cost of sending. I have a new phone and I am called 3 or 4 times a week for PPI!

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    1. I bin all the junk mail, all phone calls that are cold selling get cut off instantly. The cost of it all must be exorbitant.

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  2. Ah Pam,
    In the 50s and 60s I lived between the city in term time and the 2 farms in holidays but we had an allotment in the city.
    Never, did my parents have the money for that flashy 60s kitchen, nor did they have a fridge in the 60s or early 70s. we weren't poor but we just didn't need those things, nor did my aunts and uncles who ran the farms.We used a stone slab larder and ate fresh food gathered or bought every couple of days.

    My Dad as a civil servant, and we lived in a 'good' area of the city. Nobody had the full fitted kitchen shown. Quite honestly, I think the programmes in ths series have been a little fanciful so far, these were Home and Gardens advertised kitchens, not what ordinary families had.
    The 50s were not so very austere as the first episode showed and I never saw anybody in belts from hips to clevage as portrayed!
    We ate well in our house and even more so on the farm, just not fancy food. We used a range of herbs and spices and had home made cakes etc every day. The 'Mum' in the series admitted to never normally cooking so hadn't a clue what to do with the rationed food to make it last or taste good, but thn she wouldn't have a clue how to cook properly now as she leaves that to her husband. She just isn't used to doing it.
    As to those Vesta meals, which I can best describe in your word -'interesting' - they were a rarely used meal in any home I knew of - just a sort of a stand-by, incase real cooking couldn't take place which the programme viewed through rose tinted, nostalgic spectacles as a new and popular alternative to time consuming cooking. The dehydrated meat never softened and to anyone without youth on their side, they were indigestible and tasted of chemicals! uMost of us ate real food - not dehydrated junk and then as now, canned goods were 'just in case' foods not regular meal stuff.
    I'm glad to have lived through those interesting times, but find the programmes misleading and rather silly, but still want to see what stories they make up about my college and family-starting years in the 70s!

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    1. I have seen nothing in them that related to my experiences, out kitchen had a built in dresser that held everything that did not go in the pantry and nothing was changed until the 90's.

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  3. What a wonderful childhood. My mum kept chickens for a few years, and she made wine (some of it drinkable, but NOT the dandelion!!!) and I ran wild with my friends and we knew every horse in the neighbourhood. Love your Australian present - plenty to keep you busy and satisfied in that.

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    1. I am so glad that I told my Mom so many times that I felt my childhood to be spot on. We may not have had much in the way of cash but in every other way we were as rich as Croesus.

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  4. I am so happy you like the parcel . That was quick getting to you as I posted it Monday. Thank you Pam for your beautiful sewing that you have done for me . I carried your parcel to the post office in my dear little patchwork tote you made me xxxxx

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  5. What a lovely gift from Leisha, I have the mailing from Amazon also today.

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    1. I suppose they just send them out to every customer, I the hope that a percentage will take it up.

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  6. The gifted fabrics are wonderful, what a lovely friend. A shame about the empty envelope though, let's hope you find the sender. I had one of those Amazon cards too and put mine straight in the shredder. What a total waste of money to send them all out.

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    1. Amazon obviously have money to waste.

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  7. Hey Pam, it's been ages since I've popped into Blogland. How exciting getting a gorgeous panel. I firmly believe lovely things come to lovely people

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  8. what a lovely parcel to receive. Have a super weekend.

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  9. What a great parcel to receive, junk mail is a blinking pain isn't it x

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    1. A friend always told me to ignore the junk and to always pick up any leaflet that was available as it kept so many people in employment. She did work for a small printing firm.

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  10. What a lovely surprise in the post. love the vintage aprons. Love the story of you looking after the rabbits.
    Rosezeeta

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