another late catch up!

Sorry, yes I know I seem to always be saying sorry, I wouldn't be surprised if I have lost all my followers by now!
So lets start with November. What did we get up to?

 One fine weekend we went up to the Yorkshire Dales to Malham for a walk.

It was our 18th Wedding Anniversary.

We attended a Gala Dinner in aid of Ronald MacDonald House in Manchester.....under the wing of Concorde!

And I also attended a workshop at Hope and Elvis with the very talented Janet Clare.

 'Wordsmith' a bit of slow sewing on a cold November day is just what I needed.

 I have just remembered I promised to show you something to do with Mr Darcy......Next time!

December

I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try

to keep it all the year.

Charles Dickens

So December is upon us. I am going to try and do a post a day....I may fail miserably but I will try. 

A post everyday with a little Christmas theme. 

But I will also add other bits to some of them, after all, it is not ALL about Christmas. Some people don't want to read about it, as it is all around us and it is not a happy time for some people.

"Cats’ whiskers are so sensitive; they can find their way 

through the narrowest crack in a broken heart." 

~ unknown

Quotes

Day 5 in 30 days/30 things.

Favourite Quote.

I'd like to say it is these Wise words of William Morris-

If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

Strawberry Thief by William Morris

With my love of all things 1940's maybe I should choose this-

Produced by the British government in 1939, to boost the morale of the public should there be an invasion. This was never used and remained hidden until recent years. Now it's every where!

Pembrokeshire

Another one of my sayings is-

Time and Tide wait for no man.

The origin of this is uncertain although the phrase is ancient and pre-dates modern English.

Oh but what about my love of cats? surely any quote I choose should be about my feline friends.

how about-

The smallest feline is a masterpiece.

Leonardo Da Vinci
or

What greater gift than the love of a cat?

Charles Dickens

No I think I will pick this part of a poem by the Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets the same look which she turned when he rose.

I love sunflowers and in our old house I painted these words above the window in the kitchen.