Compartment store

Yay, I give thanks for finally unpacking the shopping from Friday! A lot of it was chocolate from those bargain shelves in Smiths and a lot of that was to put by for stocking fillers and Christmas treats. I give thanks that I can compartmentalise and, hide away small hoards of things like this from myself. In fact, when I was wondering where to put them I remembered I’d bought some other bits and ‘put them by’ but had blanked out the memory of where so I didn’t think of them and drool! All are safely gathered in to an out of way corner now…

I give thanks that this little chest of drawers has finally been given a new lease of life. In a former incarnation some fifteen or so years ago it came free from a mail order company and though it was not very pretty to look at it (and I’d started trying to change that by attempting to remove some well glued on but poorly designed flower decoration) it was useful and got used. Then when I came down south it was packed away into a box that survived many moves in and out of temporary homes, until I found a ‘permanent’ one. Then I was told I didn’t have long to live and it was one of the things I gave away to someone I thought might appreciate it before my home was cleared. In this case it was Laura as she sews and the drawers are just the right size for reels of Guterman thread. She didn’t do anything with it, and when I was told that I probably wasn’t going to die very soon after all and started sewing again, she asked if I’d like it back. I said yes, but then, when her daughter was out of work and in need of distraction, I thought she might like to do it up as a project and bought decorative paper to go with some leftover paint. She made a start and got as far as a coat of undercoat and then found a job and a new boyfriend and lost interest. So Laura brought it back to me and I managed a few more coats of paint, and then I gave it back to her and she put the paper on and varnished it...all this taking place over two or three years you understand! Many hands making slow but pretty work

I give thanks that a delivery driver who was supposed to ring my phone on arrival didn’t…as I was on the doorstep at the time and wouldn’t have been able to answer it, and that my little local chemist and their supplier managed to process a prescription sent to them by mistake that a specialist company would normally have dealt with. This involved cutting twenty things by hand that a machine would usually do, so some unknown blister fingered patient worker gets special gratitude! I give thanks that no one from the craft group who’d taken a stocking pattern past week had tried it yet so I could explain that the stitch count was wrong and that a nimble fingered soul managed to untangle some fluffy wool that defeated mine.