28-02-2025, 08:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 28-02-2025, 08:32 AM by Oh_hunnihunni.)
Roma, I have a beautiful 'perfect blue' cardy that I love and have had for years, and it developed a hole which I darned with a bright pink fine yarn on the theory that why disguise the fact I still love it and will wear it forever... Then I found another hole... And another.
So now it has several dots of colour, and I changed up the buttons for mad coloured replacements, and that cardy gets compliments every time I wear it, just because of all those fun bits. So if you find another hole...
My grandmother put wee stickers underneath things with names on them for her heirs which helped a lot. But it didn't stop the angst among us when we realised our favourite things went to the 'wrong' people, lol. I think a lot of it comes down to the way objects hold memories of the people we loved. I always think of my Mum when I turn on my big table lamp despite the fact it has a new shade and it has been mine for years, or my Grandfather when I see 'his' very old teak Buddha that sits across the room from the lamp. And I still feel a teeny twinge of rage when I remember a rather lovely deep green ceramic piece that my niece has, that was 'meant' to be be mine, lol.
Human beings are strange creatures, some of us I think have magpie genes!
So now it has several dots of colour, and I changed up the buttons for mad coloured replacements, and that cardy gets compliments every time I wear it, just because of all those fun bits. So if you find another hole...
(28-02-2025, 08:10 AM)Mica Wrote: Morning all
Fine day
Early start currently in cbd drinking a coffee before I go to hairdresser.
Traffic usually light on Friday so the drive in is pretty good also plenty parks in council run carpark which just off motorway so quick off and on.
Always ama es me the terrible behavior of some relatives after a death so greedy like they showed they cared while the person was alive.
Enjoy the bq Popeye
DD called last night just as we were discussing when to reheat our fried rice for dinner. She invited us to join them at my favocal Vietnamese restaurant no brainer we had a lovely time
Well better .move
Enjoy your day
My grandmother put wee stickers underneath things with names on them for her heirs which helped a lot. But it didn't stop the angst among us when we realised our favourite things went to the 'wrong' people, lol. I think a lot of it comes down to the way objects hold memories of the people we loved. I always think of my Mum when I turn on my big table lamp despite the fact it has a new shade and it has been mine for years, or my Grandfather when I see 'his' very old teak Buddha that sits across the room from the lamp. And I still feel a teeny twinge of rage when I remember a rather lovely deep green ceramic piece that my niece has, that was 'meant' to be be mine, lol.
Human beings are strange creatures, some of us I think have magpie genes!