A very Happy Christmas to you!I pray that you will be very conscious of God's deep and unconditional love for you as you hear again the wondrous story of His coming to dwell with us.
~ Have a wonderful day of celebration tomorrow ~
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Scatterday S - Week 18
This week's offering comes with sincere salutations of the season to all my savvy Scatterdaisies - and is brought to you by the letter S.
Medical
Firstly I have a patient's-eye view of a saline drip, taken one-handed with my little digital camera as I lay in the intensive care ward of a private hospital in Cairo in September 2005, suffering from severe dysentery. Obviously the treatment (and the home-made fruit jellies Jenny Bowker brought me) was beginning to work!
In addition - if you can cope - here is a photo of the scar on my wrist, a legacy from an accident when I put my arm through a plate glass door at the age of 4
Beverage
My favourite soft drink - Coke Zero.
Christmas
Some sparkling starry sequins.
Our own little Christmas 'star', Alexanne, hanging on the Christmas tree.
A shepherd and his sheep from my Fisher Price nativity set.
And the stable (or shed) with the rest of the nativity figures.
Have a wonderful Christmas - but keep those 'digis' at the ready!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Night Before Christmas - for Quilters
Here is a little poem, composed by that most prolific of scribblers - "Anonymous".
Does the predicament sound familiar??
T'was the night before Christmas, and the quilts were not made.
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stockings weren't hung, the pantry was bare,
the poor weary quilter was tearing her hair.
Stacks of fat quarters tipped over in streams.
Visions of Log Cabins had turned into dreams.
With what to her wondering eyes should appear
than a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.
They went straight to work with just a few mutters,
sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter
like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.
Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese and Bear Tracks,
each quilt was a beauty--even the backs.
Her house how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.
The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.
Their work was all done, so they folded their frames
they packed up their needles, without giving their names.
They boarded the bus and checked the next address,
more quilts to be made, another quilter in crisis.
She heard one voice echo as they drove out of sight,
Happy Quilting to all, and to all a good night.
Does the predicament sound familiar??
T'was the night before Christmas, and the quilts were not made.The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stockings weren't hung, the pantry was bare,
the poor weary quilter was tearing her hair.
Stacks of fat quarters tipped over in streams.
Visions of Log Cabins had turned into dreams.
With what to her wondering eyes should appear
than a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.
They went straight to work with just a few mutters,
sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter
like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.
Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese and Bear Tracks,
each quilt was a beauty--even the backs.
Her house how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.
The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.
Their work was all done, so they folded their frames
they packed up their needles, without giving their names.
They boarded the bus and checked the next address,
more quilts to be made, another quilter in crisis.
She heard one voice echo as they drove out of sight,
Happy Quilting to all, and to all a good night.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Would you like to leave a gift under my tree?
It was fun while it lasted, but now it's time for me to pack it up and place my Christmas Tree widget ever-so-gently but firmly in the wheelie-bin.
Thank you to the 17 lovely (genuine) readers who took the time to send me Christmas greetings and to choose such thoughtful gifts (and choose their wrapping paper and ribbon!) and place them under my tree. I do appreciate your kindness.
However.....I must also thank the 12,000 or so others who suddenly, over the course of the last couple of days, deluged me with unusual gifts and sleazy, illiterate messages - managing to completely by-pass my visitor counter by devious means known only to those bent on mischief. (For all the skullduggery you wrought, you might at least have had the generosity to have registered an extra 12,000 visits on my counter!)
While your many declarations of love and offers to marry me or amuse me in ways I would remember forever amused me, I'm afraid I must disappoint you all by declining to take them up.
I realise this is not at all in the spirit of Christmas - but then neither were your "gifts".
Thank you to the 17 lovely (genuine) readers who took the time to send me Christmas greetings and to choose such thoughtful gifts (and choose their wrapping paper and ribbon!) and place them under my tree. I do appreciate your kindness.
However.....I must also thank the 12,000 or so others who suddenly, over the course of the last couple of days, deluged me with unusual gifts and sleazy, illiterate messages - managing to completely by-pass my visitor counter by devious means known only to those bent on mischief. (For all the skullduggery you wrought, you might at least have had the generosity to have registered an extra 12,000 visits on my counter!)
While your many declarations of love and offers to marry me or amuse me in ways I would remember forever amused me, I'm afraid I must disappoint you all by declining to take them up.
I realise this is not at all in the spirit of Christmas - but then neither were your "gifts".
Friday, December 14, 2007
Scatterday D - Week 17
This week's Scatterday is brought to you in haste by the letter D and the extremely disorganised and distracted Di.
My computer is about to be hurled against the wall unless it gets its act together and starts to think faster - it's slowed to a crawl and I don't have enough hours in my life that I am prepared to waste while I wait for it to create a mosaic for me.
So, I'm afraid it's a No Frills / No Mosaic Scatterday this week.
The categories are:
Sewing - Here we have DMC embroidery cottons.
Vehicle - and here is a Delivery Van that was obligingly parked across the road this afternoon (a bit of a pattern emerging here - see last week's Kombi Van)
My computer is about to be hurled against the wall unless it gets its act together and starts to think faster - it's slowed to a crawl and I don't have enough hours in my life that I am prepared to waste while I wait for it to create a mosaic for me.
So, I'm afraid it's a No Frills / No Mosaic Scatterday this week.
The categories are:
Sewing - Here we have DMC embroidery cottons.
Vehicle - and here is a Delivery Van that was obligingly parked across the road this afternoon (a bit of a pattern emerging here - see last week's Kombi Van)
Touchy, Feely - and who better than my elderly, but very cuddly, huggable and gorgeous Dog, Chloe. Golden retrievers are such affectionate and gentle dogs!
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