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Please pop along and have a look at the lovely crafted goodies.

Life is so unknown

A baby takes first steps and wobbles,

Launching hesitantly into unknown

troubles.

Young child faces first day of scholastic life

Leaving safe haven for playground strife.

When a teenager, life’s molehills become

mountains

Disproportionate to reality and doubting.

Coming of age, you’re a man my son,

But still need to indulge in pleasure and fun.

Responsibility increasing when becoming a couple.

Financial pressure and stress prick that bubble.

Procreation creates baby number one

And the cycle once again has begun.

As loving parents you shelter and protect,

Minimise, reduce and reject

Hardship, disappointments and faults

That life throws at our future adults.

Handmade Monday

Once again I have to apologise for not leaving a comment.   Most of your blogs I cannot access, my prob. not yours.  Those I can I do but I do religously read all of your blogs regularly as soon as they show up on my Dashboard.  I am still trying to sort it without success.

Handmade Monday. http://blog: http://www.1stuniquegifts.co.uk/blog

I’ve said my Hail Mary
On my knees in the Dairy
There was no ‘udder
To hear me utter

My request to the Lord
For his absolute word
And I can get on
With my life and have fun.

Then I can go back
Renew my attack
For request to forgive
The life that I live.

 I am not Catholic, in fact, I am not religious but do respect and admre others that believe and live their life accordingly so obviously I  intend no offence.

And yet another silly one...

The glories of our English summer holidays

We’re on our hols. It’s raining,

We’re watching through the door.
It’s coming down like stair rods,
Then bouncing on the floor.

There’s not a lot to do in here

Except to watch the storm.
Played whist and snap and rummy,
Wrapped up to keep us warm.

We crawl round on hands and knees,
Or move around all bent
And if we touch to top or sides
Water comes in the tent.

Made By Me Thursday

I have joined a Thursday Made by me blog and this is my contribution.                                          

As aging summer spreads her hands

To catch the falling leaves,

She turns them into wondrous shades,

The  autumn patterns she weaves.

,

To make them whisper and to shake

She  gently blows them round

Allowing sun to glint on gold

As they flutter to the ground.

 The floor is now a carpet of bronze

An amazing sight to behold

The artists pallet could not improve

As onward the season rolls.

Recycled left over curtains.

This is my handmade Monday offering.
An elderly neighbour gave me some full length curtains with the wish that I would find a new home for them.  Well, I did.  I cut the curtains down to make bedroom curtains for No.2 son who was moving home and what was left I put into a quilt and cushion covers for the same bedroom.

Life is so unknown

A baby takes first steps and wobbles,
Launching hesitantly into unknown troubles.
Child faces first day of its scholastic life
Leaving safe haven for playground strife.

Teenager, life’s molehills become mountains

Disproportionate to reality and doubting.
Coming of age, you’re a man my son,
But still need to indulge in pleasure and fun.

Responsibility increasing when becoming a couple.

Financial pressure and stress prick that bubble.
Procreation creates baby number one
And the cycle once again has begun.

As loving parents you shelter and protect,

Minimise, reduce and reject
Hardship, disappointments and faults
That life throws at our future adults.

Is the grass greener..

A friends other half has told her he is leaving at Christmas.  I asked why not till Christmas.  She didn’t know but agreed that he could stay till then. 

Now is it me?  Am I so very intolerant?  I not only would have wanted to know why but he would have been packed and gone that same day but my friend is a kind soul and has spoiled her other half rotten which begs another question – what is he looking for and is the grass greener on the other side of the street?

I share my hearth

I share my home
I’m always nice, I never moan.
I defer to you
Refer to you
With lots of love and caring too.

A lot of years

Under the belt
A lot of tears and laughter felt.
The good things
And the bad ones
The promises,  the marriage bonds

And yet you’ve gone
To some other
This obviously was not for ever.
You should worry.
I might find
I’ll do better without your kind.

For all Handmade Monday crafters and others

whose blogs  cannot access.  I cannot access any blogs at all now and the message that I keep getting is
Your current account (CarolC1@hotmail.co.uk) does not have access to view this page.  I don't have a clue why so - my comments are as follows:
Rosemademme - Those sausage rolls look good enough to eat.  Actually I am salivating just thinking about them. lol.
Picto - Lovely Cafe plaque.  I sympathise with you over preparation it is the same with quilting, it takes hours just to get ready.
and Marias bowls.  Aren't they beautiful.  Made a papiermache hot air baloon with G/kids once and do wonder how you get such a wonderful finish.
Redneedle - Great tea cosy, you don't see many about these days do you.  That would be lovely and  cheerful in any kitchen.
Ooak Fairies Good time girl.  I know you have called her a show girl but she also looks the epitomy of the good time girl doesn't she and well up to your usual standard.
Raindrops and Roses.  That is a lovely gift for your child minder.  Such a lot of thought gone into it.  She should be very impressed.  A nice keepsake for her retirement too.
Magnifique Designs.  Enjoyed my read re your visit to Thwaite Watermill in Leeds.  Some lovely pics too..  I love looking around old places, all the corners and bits and pieces.
Flutterby Creates.  Nice to hear you have been productive and managed to catch up a bit.  Very unusual Thankyou card.  Stunning as is the necklace.

So sorry to have to do it like this.  I do so enjoy reading all your blogs and looking at the lovely things everyone makes.  OH says I spend far too much time on here. umph - expect he is right.

Its Hand made Monday again - to Wendy's at 1st Unique Gifts for handmade Monday.

You should have a look.

A quickie cos I have nothing else ready.

 

Our Version of TheThinker.   

Handmade Monday
Starts on Sunday.
Wendy’s the gell
Who does it so well.

I’ve nowt this week

Life needs a tweak,
Back to the swing
Of making something

Need to deduce

How to produce,
And turn into cash
Instead of stash.

Must use the brain

To make a gain
Then maybe we eat
Till the end of the week.

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Not being able to post comments.

I wonder if I sign in to Gmail what difference it will make to my set up on the computer.  Will it mess my blog access up again like Chrome did.  I am sure that is the reason I got locked out of my other blog.  It would not allow my password etc., and when I tried to change it I was told to go through Administrator (Whatever that is) so tried to do so and it just went round in circles.  I tried the help system but got no response from that either.
Now I am scared to do anything that might upset the apple cart again.  I have had a computer techie bod in and he cannot ascertain why I can't leave comments so it remains a mystery.
Someone else has volunteered to have a looksee in a day or two so if I suddenly disappear you know why. 

I so wish I could leave comments on blogs

Instead I will leave them here in the hope that you all see them.  We all seem to be into simple but nice this week.
Kates beautiful peacock, yes you are right, so simple yet effective.  I love it.
Those  tissue holders from Rosmademe, they are so nice they will make the novice sewer feel they have really achieved something and Redneedle and her sewing machines.  Takes me back a bit, I learnt on an old singer, bit older that that old lady too.  Have fun with her.
Martha's lovely little cross stitch too.
Thankyou Wendy for your Handmade Monday too and your lovely comments on here.
I also want to thank everyone else for their comments, much appreciated, which is why I am fed up because I can't reciprocate. Bah.
I think I have remembered everyone.

Most of you will have seen this on Craft Forum or UK Craft Forum.  It is for my second eldest grandson who is 11.  I only have three more to go. 

Vanity Hurts

Don't forget, next to Wendy at 1st Unique Gifts for handmade Monday.  Worth a look

When I was a child we had either metal curlers or rags in the hair to provide one with a coiffeur for the following day.  We did have curling tongues but these were inserted in a fire until red hot prior to curling hair around it.  Risky?  Yes, definitely.  If one wasn’t careful one could end up with very short hair indeed.

The reason I mention these tortures is that I recall one of my Mothers favourite sayings as she dragged a comb through my long and often knotted hair.  “Vanity hurts my girl, vanity hurts”.

When I think of what some people do today all in the name of beauty.

I’ve suffered agonies over the years

I’ve cried and cried so many tears.

The surgeons knife, always so sharp

Has now created this work of art.

My face would launch a thousand ships,

My legs now rise to slender hips

My boobs are pointed and erect

There’s not much left to now dissect.

The double chin I had has gone

The neck is wrinkle free and long.

What varicose veins, how dare you ask

Comfortable flab - a thing of the past.

The trouble is I’m still inside

Struggling to get out of this well honed hide

I look in the mirror and what do I see

The same fat, frumpy, dowdy me.

List of those bloggers whose blogs I cant leave comments on.

So far (I will add to it as the day goes on)

Allys Cards. That card is so tasteful.
Redneedle Sewing for the beautiful white linen blind.
Picto.  Lovely jungle themed plaque.  Coo, Wells on sea.  Haven't been there for years.

Don't forget to pop along to Wendys blog and view the lovely things on show in Handmade Monday.  Well worth the visit.
Wendy at 1st Unique Gifts