A brillant, cheery bouquet, sent to me by an old friend.
Blogger thinks that this is my hundredth post, but I know better. In the early days, I inadvertently posted an empty title and then the post in a second try. However, It was my birthday this week - the sort of birthday which makes you think: "Where has all that time gone?" Then you have to ward off your Larkinesque tendencies; "Life is first boredom and then fear"etc...
A new topic: My husband's woodwork. This miniature chest of drawers was made for me some twenty-five years ago. It is of the genre sometimes called "prentice pieces", but his skills were already pretty well honed when he made this.
It is of mahogany and veneered in mahogany to make a feature of the flaming on the front. a
|Note the full-sized chair legs behind.|
The top opens to access the upper drawers: who would not be charmed irresistibly to find their initial inside?
In fact, the only things which have not worn well are the handles, and he didn't make those.
This is last week's skirt, in that heavy, felted fabric. The selvedges had this unusual feature: it is on a knitted base which has a two-way stretch, so turning it sideways should not cause an issue. I am very pleased with this, although it is so thick it will be for cold days.
This year's present from my husband: Fiskars' dress-making scissors. I chose these because they do actually fit my hand, an ergonomic design. He is at work on a long-term woodwork project, on a larger scale.
Finally, an autumnal bouquet from my niece; all the lovely rich colours of the autumn.