Now didn't somebody mention receiving a very exciting parcel last Friday. Oooh, I'm excited just thinking about it. And I want to share it with you!
A while back, my fabby bloggy friend, Vanessa, and myself decided to indulge in a bit of an old fashioned correspondence. Only not so old fashioned as to keep it to just letters full of spidery handwriting. More of the "groovy card with some little pressies I think you'll love" kind of correspondence. And this month, it's my turn (leap up excitedly and clap hands childishly)!
The box is big, big, big! It excites the child in me who always assumed big was best when it came to birthdays way back when (shocking I know, but Tiny Tears and Sindy's Rangerover were quite big you know).
It's full of pretty, spotty, scrunchy tissue. Oooh, what a tease!
It's for me, oh yes it is, except for that nice card in the shape of a vintage car which was destined for the Munchy one. Very happy he was with it too; off it's gone to be a bookmark amongst the Enid Blyton and Horrible History books and "Practical Caravanning" magazine (honestly).
In my first package, yes first (for there are many), is some yummy oilcloth which had to be stroked and fawned over quite a bit. It now has a new home within the stash awaiting a worthy project...
Next there's a big object and the tag tells me it was a bit of a challenge to wrap. The outer polka-dotty paper is off in a trice (with age, I've only got better at opening presents!) and I spot a delicious turquoise wirey foot poking out of the tissue...
Oh my, how divine is that!
One of Vanessa's gorgeous hand painted tags is attached which is a total work of art in itself. I think it shall have to stay attached for ever more. Oh golly, this basket is too nice for words and it's so, so ME! Vanessa painted it that gorgeous colour herself. Just for me! All that hammering on on the blog about being obsessed with pink and turquoise obviously hasn't gone unnoticed.
Now wait a minute! The basket is also full of tantalising polka-dotty gifts perfectly tied with minty green string. Eek!
Here, in all its glory, is the rest of my package. Gorgeous ribbons, a lovely spotty luggage tag (look at the divine suitcase label, love that very much indeed), a beautiful mug and some seriously lovely buttons made all the more lovely for the effort my friend has taken to mount them onto hand painted little cards. These can never be used, you know that. That was obvious, yes. They shall be displayed somewhere prominent ... to inspire me.
Lest I forget, there was also a lovely card but I do confess, I opened all the gifts first. Bad girl, I am always asking the Munchkin not to do that!
I was overwhelmed by this. Thank you my lovely friend, what a star you are, what a lucky duck I am. I'm already thinking of the next package to do justice to all the effort you put into this. How fabby to receive things which I definitely would have chosen myself. I've had a few days away from my basket and goodies over the weekend but it's a joy to be back in my den, admiring all the goodies in their baskety glory on my desk.
I've been a lucky girl, haven't I? Somebody did that just for me. Isn't it lovely when somebody does something for someone else, to please them, bring them happiness, to help them?
Now, a week or so ago, I answered a plea by Josie-Mary to help out with the Innocent Smoothie campaign, "The Big Knit", you might know the one, they run it each Winter, asking crafty folk to make little bobble hats for their smoothie bottles. Each hatted bottle sold results in a donation to the charity Age Concern or Help the Aged and in conjunction with Sainsburys, it is hoped that £250,000 might be raised.
I had recently read a thoughtful post by Pomona about being kinder and it seemed perfect to help out with this cause - especially when Joe made it clear that the little hats could be crocheted as I cannot knit. So, amidst the gloom of yesterday and nursing a poorly Munchkin (though a miraculous recovery was made in front of the Sound of Music aided by Ritz crackers and cheese), I set to with the yarn and the hook. And they're very easy, people, if I can do it... It has really helped me to improve "working in the round". Each hat only takes quarter of an hour or so to make (and I'm a slow crocheter with my arthritic hands) and earlier this morning, I spent another pleasurable hour sitting in my den chair, crocheting a few flowers for the top.
I was a bit stunned to be honest that Joe didn't get more offers of help to make the knitted/crocheted hats. If nothing else, we've all got parents and grandparents who might one day benefit from such a charity, heck, we're not getting any younger ourselves! I am sitting here right now, listening to the radio, the chat show is discussing the plans to raise the age at which one receives a pension. Old people seriously need all the help they can get these days.
Is there anyone out there who might be able to whip up a few to help this worthy cause? Put your granny squares, your flower corsages, your ripple blanket, your amigurumi animals to one side just for a few hours. I know we're all really busy people: jobs, children, craft fairs, studies. But just an hour or so?
Could you even make just one?
Joe needs the hats to be sent to her by the beginning of next week. I know that's not oodles of time but I made five in a few hours. Have you an hour or two to spare, sitting in front of "Strictly" or "The X Factor" on Saturday night maybe? Sitting in the car, waiting for the children to come out of school or Cubs/Brownies/football/swimming? Sipping your wine whilst waiting for the dinner to cook one evening?
I promise you'll enjoy it, it's crafting after all, we're good at that, we do crafting! Dare I say it but you'll feel good too. Not to give oneself a smug pat on the back but it really is good to think of helping others. And in such a pleasurable way too. There's a fabby Flickr group devoted to all the hats made. You can be as creative as you like!
So, please get in touch with Joe via her blog if you can help. You can get in touch HERE. One day, we might be glad of this helping hand ourselves...