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Bee Day, A Bee and Some Masks

It is World Bee Day today and we had some in the garden where we have been working most of the day as the sun has been shining again.

Bee almost buried inside a Nasturtium

I’ve finished one set of masks for the Barcelona branch of the family -one each for Mum, Dad, LiveWire no 1 and twin LiveWires 5 and 6. I expect you can tell which fabrics the little ones chose. I hope that, having chosen their own fabrics online from our local shop, Redruth Sewing Studio, they will be willing to wear them. There are other fabrics to be made up in the next batch.

 

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Fabric, Curtains and A Window Box

I was in one of my favourite shops, Redruth Sewing Studio, yesterday buying curtain tape and saw this delightful fabric. I’m trying to decide what I can make with it and for whom.

I have spent today making another pair of curtains for L’s cottage windows – just the hemming to do now. This is one of the the curtains I made while I was there.

A beautiful window box caught my eye while we were in London.

 
 

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Last Night’s Full Moon, Ribbons and A Poem

The full moon last night was glorious. I went out at 10pm and caught a few shots.

To identify each group of audience as they move through the story walks in St Euny Churchyard  for our production of ‘Until the Day Break’, we decided to make ribbon flashes. Redruth Sewing Studio were wonderful, ordering the ribbon rolls and pins for me and giving us a generous discount as we are a community group. I collected the materials this afternoon and this evening eight volunteers turned up to make the flashes and in just over an hour they were all done! Thank you so much, everyone.

One of my special blogging friends, Saymber, sent me a perfect poem this morning. I hope you like it as much as she and I do. I love poetry and this poem says that so clearly.Thank you, Saymber.

A Poem that Heals Fish by Mary Popova


A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.
A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.
A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.

 

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