you pine the loss of your teddy bear.
I still get a lump in my throat when I think of his face squashed on one side where I hugged him so tight. His broken green button eye. The pen marks on his leg where I used him as a patient to operate on.
Where oh where, did I lose him?
For the life of me I can't remember. Was it when we renovated the chapel in Kent? Did he get left in the Highlands after 5 years of living off the land. On the farm near York? God knows! My worry is, he's deep, deep down in land-fill in some God forsaken place. Will I as I'm just about to croak, be re-united with him? I do hope so!
You know you're old when...
you start collecting soft toys.
You know you're old when...
You know you're old when...
you start collecting soft toys.
You know you're old when...
the producers of tv programmes have ne'er a care to the sound volume of their programmes.
You know you're old when...
fellers don't walk into lamp-posts as you pass by.
You know you're old when...
you get great satisfaction from a washing line full of clothes flapping in the breeze.
You know you're old when...
you watch Gardeners' World on telly on Friday night, instead of being out on the razz.
You know you're old when...
only the second fan letter you write in your entire life is to...
Alan Bennett.
You know you're old when...
offered a night-cap you think Ovaltine or Horlicks?
You know you're old when...
you start to wear knickers.
You know you're old when...
you don't have to go to the hairdressers for highlights,
God's done the job for you.
You know you're old when...
you don't have to go to the hairdressers for highlights,
God's done the job for you.
You know you're old when...
you look forward to curling up in bed with a good book.
You know you're old when...
the guy in the ticket office doesn't ask you if you have a student railcard.
You know you're old when...
you hate having your photograph taken!
You know you're old when...
the guy in the ticket office doesn't ask you if you have a student railcard.
You know you're old when...
Hi, I love your blog and have enjoyed browsing. Kind regards from another 'baby boomer' Us boomers are taking over the asylum aren't we? ha ha!
ReplyDeleteYou are only as old as you feel!!!!!!I was browsing your blog and came across your post on selvedge.....I too love the selvedge edge on fabric if you go on my website link, there is a photo of a heart I made out of beautiful old french fabric. The selvedge edge was so lovely I couldn't bear to cover it up. I've also made a bag! Not as lovely as yours. It's like art....it tells a piece of fabric what it is...is that bonkers!!xx
ReplyDeleteI DEFINITELY don't feel old and I don't act it either as my friends will testify. In my head I'm still 16! Daft as a brush me - Life's too BLOOMING short not to give it welly each and every day.
ReplyDeleteLove the heart Sophie; you like me love torn, worn and roughty-tufty.
The Royal Ontario Museum velvet material was a fabulous ebay find. One of the many things I made from the selvedge offcuts was a glasses case for the lady that sold me the material. On taking the case into a shop to match the colour, the woman held the braid over the printed selvedge saying this will cover that. "OH NO! That's not at all the idea!" says I. She smiled wanly and probably thought the customer's always right. LLX