A pocket which I started when Karens Ruane's class "swathed in stitch"
was still running - and then a long interval of no sewing.
But I finished it at last.
The piece of white machine-made lace
- broderie anglaise - was part of the christening robe
of our daughter - when she was a three months old sweet baby.
It was hanging long from the arm of her goduncle who carried her to
the altar in church nearly exactly 49 years ago.
I stitched yellow and green embellishments on it. There is a strip of
yellowish-greenish fabric fixed with French knots and buttonhole stitches.
Fly stitches into the holes.
I made bumps which I learned from Karen. And points of
fine handkerchiefs, cutting them apart mercilessly.
We are awaiting new neighbours for coffee and cake
Then we made a walk - oh my, how lovely this tree is with its moss.
Farmers can't have more than 25 cows - there is not enough
pastureland. They sell the milk and are producing cheese -
Münsterkäse. They are very much supported by the state
as no family can live of only 25 cows, not in France and nowhere else