Fandango’s February Expressions #17

A stitch in time saves nine

Sewing machine

That was not the reason why I enrolled in a sewing class, bought myself a sewing machine, and began to make my own clothes. I was fed up with buying clothes where the arms and dress lengths were too short. I wanted to wear something that fit. I was one of the tall ones, both my parents were tall so I suppose it was their fault.

The idea was a sewing course of eight weeks, but it lengthened to more like 18 years and by then I was sewing for myself and my kids. I even covered some furniture at home with new covers and my masterpiece was a dark blue cashmere winter coat, but they are past days.

Today I am happy with a good pair of trousers and a nice long top. The days of suits and special dresses are gone. My stitch did not really save nine, it multiplied itself to years of sewing.

Fandango’s February Expressions #17

FOWC with Fandango: History

History books

History books were part of growing up. My dad inherited 8 volumes of Cassell’s History of England, 2 volumes of History of India and 4 volumes of British Battles from his father. What a wealth of history. They were in a book case and we watched them deteriorating over the years. Eventually it was just my dad and me on a visit from Switzerland and he still had the books, but he had them packed neatly in a travelling case.

Now it was the time for the only daughter to get possession of the books, but how do you ship so many books to England. It was me to the rescue. I had been working in export for many years, knew the process of moving goods from one country to another with all the necessary documents.

I was in England and contacted a forwarding company about moving this cargo to Switzerland, about 20-30 kilo heavy. The guy at the company was quite good and said it was no problem. Eventually a lorry called at my dad’s house and picked up the case with the books. Road transport was the cheapest method of shipping them. I gave the delivery address of my company in Switzerland as we were having deliveries constantly from other countries.

Eventually I returned home and was working again in my company. One day they told me that a lorry had turned up with a delivery for me personally. My books had arrived. I loaded the case into my car and took them home.  This must have been at least 20 years ago and the books are now in my hobby room in the cellar. Of course I checked on Internet to see if I had a valuable collection, but it seems there were quite a few copies of these books around at the turn of the century.

My dad has now passed away, at the age of 100 years and a few months more, and I am now 73 years old. At least my son will only have to take them from mid Switzerland to the Eastern edge of Switzerland to keep them in the family.

FOWC with Fandango: History

RDP Monday: Evanescent


Living in an evanescent world
Things come, things go
Bare branches burst into flower
In a month it will only be leaves
People come and people go
I noticed today
A car in our garage is not longer there
The owner is too old to drive
I go shopping alone
When we used to go together
Life changes constantly
I meet someone
I used to work with them
I saw them every day
They were part of my life
Why cannot I remember their name
When they remember mine
Thank goodness for modern science
computer developments
My mobile telephone knows it all
I just have to give it instructions
It never forgets
Unless I forget to tell it
what it should remember


RDP Monday: Evanescent

Good Morning


This morning I got a sunrise. The sun was starting its rising mechanism when I stopped hugging the bed. Altogether spring has sprung and I gave myself a push to go out and see things yesterday afternoon. I really was in a lazy modus and wanted to stay at home, but decided to get out and go places, even if it was only the area around the local castle.


Nature has been waking up over the last week and all sorts of first flowers are appearing, such as these primroses. There are green shoots appearing everywhere with a promise of things to come. I seem to be getting quite poetical in my old age.


I decided to begin with the chickens and they were exploring the food supplies.


They were exploring a little too much as there was a hole in the fence and a couple made the great escape wondering how to get back again. I suppose chicken brains operate differently to others, and their main occupation is wondering why they actually cross the road.


I moved onto the goats opposite but this one was not interested. They always seem to be falling asleep, but the sun was shining brightly and it would probably prefer some sun glasses.

I wandered here and there enjoying the weather and was glad that I escaped. There were many groups of visitors on the path. It is one of the main attractions in my area for a walk on Sunday afternoon and I have the luck to live in the village. All I have to do is wheel across the road and in five minutes I am there, via the cemetery.


Suddenly something attracted my attention above and I saw a kite flying. It was doing a flight show, and I was lucky enough to capture it in action. They are quite big birds and was probably paying a visit from the slopes of our mountains.

Eventually I made my way home and discovered when I arrived that I had 112 new photos in my camera. As it was Sunday and I had nothing better to do, I began the uploading marathon first of all.  I was surprised how well it went and in 3-4 hours I was finished with all. Now to write a few blogs and my day was done. I really seem to have more to do than when I had a full time job. I also realised afterwards that I was glad to be active with something.

And now a new week has begun, so let us see what it holds. Today will be a shopping tour in the afternoon, otherwise there is nothing planned. I now have to get a move onto my daily chores in the apartment. I have already filled a 60 litre plastic bag with garbage and will instruct No. 1 son to put it in the large bin at the end of the path with the others from our section of the estate.

Have a good day everyone, hope you have no stress, it can only get better, although sometimes not such a compensation. Let’s have a nice peaceful view of our local Jura mountain chain, just behind my garden to calm the nerves.