If you follow my Instagram or Facebook pages, or are a member of my Gentle Domesticity group, you'll already be aware I was hospitalised a few days ago for what turned out to be a problem with my heart.
It's an ongoing problem and though I am home from the hospital now I have a number of tests to be done in the coming weeks to pinpoint where in the heart my problem lies. This honestly came as a shock...my heart was one thing I had long imagined to be very healthy. All the blood tests result were excellent (yay!) but my blood pressure was very high and the most concerning results for the cardio doctors were the ECG's which were taken every few hours over a 24 hour period and weren't good at all.
So life is slowing considerably as hubby and I focus on the simple joys each day brings forth around our home, time spent with each other, and the delight of family togetherness with our dear Blossom and her two girls. There's nothing like a good shake up of your heath situation to whittle away the unnecessary and draw your eyes towards those special relationships and the things in life which hold true value.
One thing I found difficult during my days in hospital was the fear that others tried to sow into my mind. Being told "you could die" by doctors and nurses doesn't bode well when you're alone, in pain, and not fully conversant with heart problems yet. But you know, God does not give us a spirit of fear and so I sought Him through His Word in the quiet hours of the night and between 'obs' during the day. I let His truth and promises soak my soul with calm and hope and confidence.
Life adjustments are taking place, one major one being the switch to an ovo-vegan diet, which is not that hard as we eat loads of fruit and vegetables in our everyday diet anyhow. But now I'm easily ditching meat and dairy with the blessing of my lovely doctor. I'm also on blood pressure meds and low dose aspirin while awaiting tests and results over the next month to determine exactly what's going on inside my ticker.
SO....that's me filling you in on what's happened this week and why I've been absent from blogging, but now I'd like to put all that aside and talk about normal things, okay?
Last week I was sewing one of Allie's designs, a table runner. I absolutely love her Vintage Flowers pattern and it's my plan this year to make something for myself and the home each month, in between designing and stitching for Faith in Hand.
I completed the applique blocks, pieced the table runner and was very excited to fuse the wadding and backing in place so I could begin the relaxed rhythm of hand quilting. Oh what a joy it is to hand quilt with no deadline looming!
I fused Pellon behind the top of my table runner, then spray basted the other side of the Pellon before laying the backing fabric across it to make the completed quilt sandwich. The acrid smell of the basting spray went right through my small sewing room and immediately I knew there was a problem.
Remember at the start of the month when I gave my sewing room a makeover? Well, my basting spray wasn't moved - it sits on the top left corner of my fabric shelves. What I had forgotten though, was placing a can of white spray paint beside it. :-(
That's what I grabbed off the shelf and mindlessly sprayed between backing fabric and Pellon...
The Pellon is white which is why I didn't notice the problem as I sprayed from the wrong can. That can of paint should have been placed up in Mr E's shed but I'd bought it to freshen up my old blue drawers in the sewing room and thought if it was in the same vicinity I'd remember to follow through on my plan.
So I quickly peeled away the Pellon and the backing fabric and threw them in the bin, took a deep breath and made a cup of tea whilst my sewing room 'aired out'.
Then I cut more Pellon and backing fabric and repeated the sandwiching process using the correct can of spray baste this time. Sigh. Lesson learned.
My version of Allie's Vintage Flowers runner is complete and it's so pretty...even worth the drama with paint.
Last night I had a head start with dinner because Blossom gave me a pot of her delicious potato and chick pea curry, so all I had to do was make a fresh tomato chutney and mint yoghurt (using the last of our dairy).
For dessert I simmered a few cups of mixed berries with lemon zest and baked a tray of flaked almonds, rolled oats and shredded coconut until they were toasty and golden to scatter over the top of the berries for a deconstructed crumble.
We used the last of our custard on the side which gave us a dairy free start from today.
Today I've made cashew cream as an accompaniment to the leftover berry crumble for tonight's dessert, and we're having hasselback potatoes with garlic, coleslaw and corn on the cob for our main.
Tomorrow Blossom, Cully May and Rafaella are coming over to visit and I can't wait. Those little girls and Mr E played in my hospital room and made the visit extra special with their funny antics and laughter. When Jesus said to become as little children I think He meant that in many ways, such as taking simple joys and letting laughter be a medicine.
So I guess that's what I'll leave you with today; a reminder to laugh, to embrace the simple joys God places in your path, to not sweat the small stuff, to stop and breathe and notice the beauty around you.
I'm excited about what's ahead in my life, because every day I'm here has purpose, a very special purpose God created just for me.
And He has a unique purpose for your life too.
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them."