Heres to New Beginnings

I have been told more times than once that I should blog about the happenings of my life.  Sometimes I think that is ridiculous. I don't want the World Wide Web to know all the things that go through my brain.  Heck, sometimes I don't even want to know what's going through my mind or contemplate what really goes on in my life but I have no choice in that manner. So here is to trying something new.

No I'm not an English Major.  No I don't have good grammar. But yes I do know how to have fun in life and I feel like I can make people laugh....

I decided to name the blog a Stitch in Time. Why? Well simple.  I LOVE to quilt.  And I do hand quilting.  Its tiny little stitches that can make up a beautiful wonderful picture.  Sometimes I feel like when I'm quilting time can stand still.  Unless I'm watching football while I'm quilting. Then time goes WAY too fast and I prick my finger way too many times.  

And why Time? Cause time is the most precious thing that we have in this life.  With time comes responsibilities for what we do with it or don't do. Time is a vital thing that creates memories in life, good or bad.

Sometimes I wish we could live the simplicity life of Victorian ages with carriages, horses, buggies, calling cards, candles, balls and tea. And not to drink the tea but to have the designated time during the day to take a break and talk about the musings that has happened thus far in the day.  I am on this historical fiction kick when it comes to books lately. I just love the simplicity that they had back in that day.  My favorite thing about that time period is that not all of the families, due to financial problems, had clocks or time keepers in the home.  So when a courter (yes they actually did court not just send a pigeon their way with a message of HEY C U L8R) would come to call on a lady they had a candle  that they would light.  Most of the time it was called a Courting Candle.  The head of the house would light the candle and when the candle would run out of wick or to the metal holder, whichever came first, and then they would have to leave.  I think that is the MOST creative way to keep a curfew.  Not that I'm encouraging enforcing a curfew, especially if you are of a certain age, but it is remarkably entertaining.

Thinking about that specific way of life it makes me sad to reflect on how a lot of people live their life and see them not cherish the moments that come along to be grateful for the small things.  The simple hello from a nice gentleman, sharing a joke with an older lady and sharing a crumpet with a friend.

Oh the joys of living in the day we do.