On Sunday I finished making the rose cushion I showed you last week.
It's finished off with some vintage buttons from my stash. I'm going to give it to my brother when he and his partner move house later in the year, and am planning a matching tea cosy to go with it.
I got this far with the crocheted bag idea I mentioned on Monday, but decided it was a bit pale for my liking.
I'm making a matching white square and it will become another cushion, this time for a young niece, for her bedroom. She's quite a tomboy and wouldn't appreciate roses, so she can have this one while her two older sisters can have rose ones to match their bedrooms (they're both into Cath Kidston).
On Friday my friend Viv and I are going to the RHS Malvern Spring Gardening Show, compliments of my lovely DD2 who bought tickets for my birthday. I can't wait!
However, before that, tomorrow morning, DH and I will be going to the funeral of my next door neighbour - a young man of about 40, who died from a brain tumour, leaving a wife and two boys, 8 years and 18 months. I love and trust God, but for the life of me can't understand why this sort of thing happens. I suppose that's why He's God and I'm not. One day I'll have a long list of things to ask Him.