'Fill all thy bones with aches'
My old school friend recently spent a week here while we worked on her house getting it ready for tenants. It turned out to be a bigger job than expected and while I wasn't enslaved or cursed, my bones were certainly aching and rather than the usual fervent prayer that work wouldn't want me, there was a hope that maybe they would...
However when I look at the wonderful thing she squeezed into her rather small car to bring a thousand kilometres to me, knowing that I had been longing without hope of fulfilment, I am touched and humbled and thrilled and all suffering is forgotten.
How beautiful is this!
and there's more...
she came with this beautiful chair...
She is a lovely Bebarfald Bluebird from the late 20s or early 30s, made in NSW according to the embossing on the treadle. She needs a belt and I need some practice but she does a beautiful straight stitch with her vibrating shuttle bobbin and a few spins of her hand wheel.
Her name is Bonnie (because she is pretty, charming and beautiful) and I am in love with her.
Thank you Angela, the angel you are.
(Oh and 2 finishes for December if you can count spool doilies!)