Thanks to the sheer genius of Threads and Bobbins’ Natalie, who thought up Sunday Sevens, here’s my contribution of seven photos from the week, more or less, including a funny one that came to mind yesterday. Not sayin’ why . . .
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In America, Labor Day used to be thought of as summer’s last fling. Time to put away shorts, bathing suits, and anything white, especially shoes and handbags.
Pools closed, schools opened, and thoughts turned to warmer clothes, Hallowe’en costumes, November’s elections, and wondering if nurseries would stock that same chrysanthemum …
Reality check: Pools remain open, August’s heat continues, and merchants have already put out ‘mums, Hallowe’en cards, and candy for trick-or-treaters. Put away those shorts? I wish. The week’s predicted temps are all 90’s.
Last week’s last days of August included other end-of-the-summer rituals, including the hallway power wash, and the creepy crawlies’ subsequent protest demonstrations. Currently all’s quiet, but we’re keeping our fingers crossed.
On the human horizon, a dear friend’s husband unexpectedly died. Instead of a memorial service, she held a celebration of life, and yours truly took photos.
I had time to talk with a woman I’d met on a visit four or five years ago. In the interim her niece moved into the area, so I met her, too. We started talking about sewing, and another neighbour joined in. You’ll never guess what they were all saying…
No, they didn’t sew any more because when they bought a pattern and followed it carefully, it never turned out right. They all decided (separately) it was their fault, and they should give up.
From the days when Summer ended on Labor Day. 😎