When I was growing up and even in my teenage motherhood years nearly every home had a display of canisters in the kitchen, typically holding flour, sugar, tea and coffee and occasionally salt.
I remember a particular canister at one home labelled bi-carbonate of soda and though at the time I wondered why anyone would have a big supply of it on hand as I only used a tiny amount when baking Anzac biscuits or banana cake, these days I use it all the time for cleaning and need a very large container to store it.
The set of canisters I've stitched in this final block of My Scrappy Vintage Kitchen are very much like the simple ones my Nana had on a shelf in her kitchen. They were plain, melamine I think, with solid green lids and raised red letters glued on to make the words.
These days many women tend to store their ingredients in glass jars but in Nana's time she would save glass for preserving her pickles and jams.
If you missed the previous blog posts for blocks 1 - 8 they are listed here
Next Friday I'll share the finishing instructions for bringing all nine blocks together as a small wall quilt.
After spending Wednesday morning at Blossom's I wasn't expecting to see her and the girls again until next week but what a surprise when they turned up at my door yesterday with a gorgeous vase of flowers, doughnuts, huge cuddles and the happiest smiles!
While Cully May and Rafaella played (we have a good supply of toys, books and pencils on hand all the time), my sweet Blossom opened the Word of God and we read together, discussed what we were reading and pondered the importance of applying the lessons within to our individual lives.
Though unprepared for their visit, I was struck by the simplicity of our day as it unfolded.
I think many times we over-plan when a visitor is coming, at least I do. It seems there's always a rush to make sure the house is 'right' and food is abundant and fresh.
But yesterday's impromptu visit was incredibly simple because all we thought of was the joy of spending time together. Bloss had brought with her a delicious bottle of kombucha (which we both love), fruit juice, a tray of cinnamon doughnuts, bananas and blueberries - so the four of us feasted well.
The little ones climbed all over me and cuddled till I almost couldn't breathe, in between peeling stickers from my stash of colouring books and playing tea parties, then at lunchtime they finished off pasta leftovers from the night before. Truly it was a simple and simply delightful day and we both agreed these are the sort of days we enjoy the most.
The other day I mentioned a very special gift which I'd received from my dear friend Rosie and today I shall show it to you...
For the longest time I have watched Rosie make the most exquisite books from cardboard and paper; each one a work of art and an example of her craftsmanship with paper.
I never expected to receive one of her unique creations yet wrapped carefully in a large blue box, last Friday this became my own.
Every page has pockets, many hidden inside the page itself, plus all sorts of cards and labels...
...where I can put photos, write recipes or quotes, special notes and thoughts.
You know, Rosie was the first person I shared my heart with about pursuing a gentle domestic life back in 2014. We'd spend hours at each other's kitchen table, stitching in hand, discussing our love for the simplicity of the old ways, the gentle ways.
So I think you can see Rosie poured a lot of that sentiment into her gift for me.
My heart was overwhelmed with this, and it shall be treasured.
How blessed am I?
Another thing I mentioned the other day was sharing a sneak peek at the free BOM I'm working on for next year, but I've decided to hold back on that for a little while...after all, it's still October.
So let's wait until November's page is turned on the calendar, for I think this project is worth waiting a little while longer for, plus my mind continues to think of extras I can add to the final display.
Hint. It's not a quilt.
May the Lord's day of rest refresh you this coming Sabbath and be a true delight to your soul,
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