Many years ago there was a group of friends
They would meet from time to time throughout the year
But once a year they would party like no other.....
Long finery to beat that of Cinderella
Champagne flutes overflowing
Music to delight the ear and get the feet tapping
Tables overflowing with food
Chatter, long into the night
Late to bed
Very late to rise
And then....
Everyone got married, and late nights were no longer a feasible option! How much better to share New Year with the family. Cosy and at home, looking back on last year and ahead to next
Happy New Year everyone
Monday, 28 December 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Halloween/Protection/Awareness
This month's carnival is an interesting mix, but probably not for the reasons that are immediately obvious.
I want to begin by relating a little story.
The story begins somewhen before 1999
Here in the UK Halloween was not celebrated until fairly recently. As a family we never celebrated, preferring to do other things. We 'celebrated' in our own homes - usually by not actually doing anything because as far as we were concerned it was a 'non event'. However, things changed in about 1992 shortly after my father died. At the time my mother was still living in their house and became the target of some very unpleasant Halloween 'pranks'. From that time on we determined that she would never be at home alone on that evening, and so we developed the habit of having our own alternative celebration at our daughters' home some distance away. This would involve a lovely family meal and an entertaining and amusing video, so that all thought of what might otherwise have happened would be avoided.
All went well until the fateful day in 1999. The plans were made as usual, but this time, as I was working, other arrangements were made to transport my mother from her home to that of my daughter. I arrived a little earlier than anticipated and wasn't surprised to find that Mum hadn't yet arrived. By the time the dinner was ready, however, we were all somewhat concerned. We now discovered that we had all telephoned at various times during the day and on each occasion there had been no reply. Unfortunately the distance was too far to rush back, so I telephoned friends who lived a short drive from my mother. They had an emergency key and a short while later I was summoned in great panic as the police had been called. I knew no more than that as I drove as quickly as possible. I arrived at about 10pm to a state of total mayhem. I didn't recognise my mother who was being treated by an paramedic. The police were going about their business very efficiently, but I couldn't understand what had happened at all.
When is a friend not a friend? That is a very hard question to answer. An apparently very good friend of my mother had offered to drive her to the 'party'. She had known this man for a number of years, and he also attended her church. He was smart, had a good job and was very well respected. What no-one knew was that he suffered from a mental illness which was controlled by medication. For a completely unknown reason he had decided to stop taking his medication, and when he arrived at my mother's was in no fit state to drive, or in fact to be anywhere other than under medical care. Suffice it to say his behaviour left a lot to be desired. My mother was forced to remain lying down and unable to move for a considerable length of time during which he did some very strange things, including walking all over her.
I won't go into any more details, but it was sorted out, although not very satisfactorily, and my mother got on with her life, even managing to forgive him. However, a couple of years later she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to undergo a mastectomy. The link? We were told that the extreme stress that she experiences accompanied by the injuries that he inflicted on her upper body were probably the cause of the cancer. She coped with the whole thing admirably, and although she is frail and her health is failing fast she is now 92 and still with us. We will no longer get together in the same way at the end of October as now Mum is far too weak to travel. We do, however, support Breast Cancer Awareness, and here is a photograph from last year
I want to begin by relating a little story.
The story begins somewhen before 1999
Here in the UK Halloween was not celebrated until fairly recently. As a family we never celebrated, preferring to do other things. We 'celebrated' in our own homes - usually by not actually doing anything because as far as we were concerned it was a 'non event'. However, things changed in about 1992 shortly after my father died. At the time my mother was still living in their house and became the target of some very unpleasant Halloween 'pranks'. From that time on we determined that she would never be at home alone on that evening, and so we developed the habit of having our own alternative celebration at our daughters' home some distance away. This would involve a lovely family meal and an entertaining and amusing video, so that all thought of what might otherwise have happened would be avoided.
All went well until the fateful day in 1999. The plans were made as usual, but this time, as I was working, other arrangements were made to transport my mother from her home to that of my daughter. I arrived a little earlier than anticipated and wasn't surprised to find that Mum hadn't yet arrived. By the time the dinner was ready, however, we were all somewhat concerned. We now discovered that we had all telephoned at various times during the day and on each occasion there had been no reply. Unfortunately the distance was too far to rush back, so I telephoned friends who lived a short drive from my mother. They had an emergency key and a short while later I was summoned in great panic as the police had been called. I knew no more than that as I drove as quickly as possible. I arrived at about 10pm to a state of total mayhem. I didn't recognise my mother who was being treated by an paramedic. The police were going about their business very efficiently, but I couldn't understand what had happened at all.
When is a friend not a friend? That is a very hard question to answer. An apparently very good friend of my mother had offered to drive her to the 'party'. She had known this man for a number of years, and he also attended her church. He was smart, had a good job and was very well respected. What no-one knew was that he suffered from a mental illness which was controlled by medication. For a completely unknown reason he had decided to stop taking his medication, and when he arrived at my mother's was in no fit state to drive, or in fact to be anywhere other than under medical care. Suffice it to say his behaviour left a lot to be desired. My mother was forced to remain lying down and unable to move for a considerable length of time during which he did some very strange things, including walking all over her.
I won't go into any more details, but it was sorted out, although not very satisfactorily, and my mother got on with her life, even managing to forgive him. However, a couple of years later she was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to undergo a mastectomy. The link? We were told that the extreme stress that she experiences accompanied by the injuries that he inflicted on her upper body were probably the cause of the cancer. She coped with the whole thing admirably, and although she is frail and her health is failing fast she is now 92 and still with us. We will no longer get together in the same way at the end of October as now Mum is far too weak to travel. We do, however, support Breast Cancer Awareness, and here is a photograph from last year
I wrote about it here.
Monday, 13 April 2009
My Dream Studio
Oh, to have a studio......
I have given this a lot of thought.
It will be the size of a soccer pitch.
It will be divided into two parts - one for 'wet' and the other for 'dry' activities
There would be storage space for absolutely EVERYTHING
Worktops will abound, so too tables and chairs - one for every project currently 'on the go'! There are at least three deep sinks just for dyeing!
Materials will miraculously appear at the merest thought
Any machine I might ever think of needing are there and electricity will be instantly available in every part of the room
Daylight, the perfect lighting, will be available at all times of the day and night - and in every part of the room
Tea and coffee will be on tap! No need to wait for the kettle to boil.
Tonight's meal will automatically be created by the inbuilt 'fridge and oven without any thought from me
Would you like to join me?
Unfortunately it is all in my imagination........
I have given this a lot of thought.
It will be the size of a soccer pitch.
It will be divided into two parts - one for 'wet' and the other for 'dry' activities
There would be storage space for absolutely EVERYTHING
Worktops will abound, so too tables and chairs - one for every project currently 'on the go'! There are at least three deep sinks just for dyeing!
Materials will miraculously appear at the merest thought
Any machine I might ever think of needing are there and electricity will be instantly available in every part of the room
Daylight, the perfect lighting, will be available at all times of the day and night - and in every part of the room
Tea and coffee will be on tap! No need to wait for the kettle to boil.
Tonight's meal will automatically be created by the inbuilt 'fridge and oven without any thought from me
Would you like to join me?
Unfortunately it is all in my imagination........
Friday, 10 April 2009
Let's Go Green
Dyeing is my business. I am very aware of the ecological connotations involved, so I try very hard to waste resources as little as possible, and to only use chemicals that won't damage the environment. Currently there are a few green coloured items in my shop, but also some bits and pieces that are dyed with a deliberate eye to eco friendly!
If you follow my listings you will know that I can't just dye in one colour so that means that even the most 'green' yarn has some other colours too:
If you follow my listings you will know that I can't just dye in one colour so that means that even the most 'green' yarn has some other colours too:
Listed here, this mix of threads are of 'eco cotton' they have been manufactured in a considerate manner and I try to continue that theme. See, I told you there would be another colour!
Spring greens are the order of the day here, but once again you will find that there are other colours, including gray.
This one is a lot brighter, although still Spring Greens! You'll find it here, and the other pictures will show you more of the yellow! There are several other items that are green, and also lots of items that are anything but a green colour! So why not pop along and have a look.......www.sassalynne.etsy.com !
Thursday, 1 January 2009
New Year's Resolutions.
Would it disappoint you to know that I don't have any?
Would it disappoint you to know that I gave them up YEARS ago?
The truth is that Resolutions always fail unless they are a spontaneous response to a situation. At least, that is true in my experience, and therefore the New Year seems such a silly time to make them. In its simplest form my resolution is to always be true to myself. To be true to my hopes and dreams, and do my best in all things. Too much else is dependent on other outside influences, and as I have no control over these they negate any resolutions that might be made.
I really admire those of you that make resolutions and stick to them. I wish you well with them this year.
Would it disappoint you to know that I gave them up YEARS ago?
The truth is that Resolutions always fail unless they are a spontaneous response to a situation. At least, that is true in my experience, and therefore the New Year seems such a silly time to make them. In its simplest form my resolution is to always be true to myself. To be true to my hopes and dreams, and do my best in all things. Too much else is dependent on other outside influences, and as I have no control over these they negate any resolutions that might be made.
I really admire those of you that make resolutions and stick to them. I wish you well with them this year.
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