It's my birthday!

So to celebrate...my only ever naked shot.

March 25, 1945

The funniest part of this birthday has been that for quite a while, I thought I was turning 65. I was looking forward to finally getting ALL the senior discounts and rates. In fact I turned 64...

Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Thank you Paul McCartney.

Well, I couldn't ask for much more in life; I am content.

World Blog Day...part 2

Oh this is sort of ...down memory lane for me again. I continued to click some English sounding names on the Knitting Place and came to Felting in Fibrespace. But this one was a fun new one to me, and also triggered memories from the alpha end of my years outside the US.

#1. I have to love how clever we bloggers are with names.

#2. She has classes in the village where I lived in England. I was there 7 years and did a bunch of sewing then but never had an interest in knitting or any other needle arts. I did subscribe to the Golden Hands (?) series tho mostly for looking at, dreaming of what I could(!) do. I think the most I did from those magazines were some aprons including the crack-the-needle oilcloth sewing of aprons. I did make some smashing clothes tho, and wish to heaven I had a picture of the wool floor length plaid (maternity!) dress I made.

Here is where I lived...and Beth...you brought back memories.

That Aran sweater (jumper) on my ds was made by my mother from wool I purchased for her in Knaresborough. 1970

World Blog Day...oh ...yesterday

I only saw this later in the day yesterday so Belated Happy World Blog Day everyone.

The point was also to list 5 very interesting new-to-you blogs. I am usually so easily led down the yellow brick tangent that is the internet, that it would have ordinarily been quite easy.

But I was caught up in the mixture of my own memories and the delight of intertwining them with lovely Maryam of My Marrakesh .

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard the train, all aboard the train
Thank you Graham Nash.
While her adventures regarding the starting of their own boutique hotel were interesting enough, it was her memories of her own life abroad that triggered my own. Seeing the little chai glasses is enough to take her back to Iran (me too) and the fact that her purchase was in my last Middle Eastern foray, Mamama, was that second click for me. She is now just another friend I've yet to meet in person.



If the idea of summer ending is depressing you or if you are still in the end of winter, have a look at Maryam's lush ever-summer world and also take time to read her Secret. It will round out the picture. If our dollar ever rises vis a vis the euro, I'd love to stay in her Peacock Pavilions.