I have always loved sewing. Ever since I can remember, I have always had a project of some kind going on.
Of course, I come from a long line of haberdasherly gifted women....
My grandmother Mary Gladys Graham..(nee Crombie) or Dolly as she was often called, was a dressmaker. It was very rare for any of us kids growing up to have store bought clothes. School uniforms, shorts, skirts, dresses, you name it, Grandma could sew it!
Two generations on, and my sister Jacki also became a very talented dressmaker! Trained and apprenticed at the famous Jean Fox bridal, Jacki became adept at bridal dressmaking, as well as all other aspects of dressmaking. Scary things like pintucking were no match for my sister!. Christmas time for me as a child meant loads of home made, perfect miniature fashions for my Sindy doll...all made lovingly by my clever sister. Dresses made for me were coveted as no one else had the same and even though money was terribly tight, I felt rich getting around in my beautiful frocks! I would hang around Jacki and grandma, watching them devise patterns, Grandma on her old treadle Singer and Jacki with her noisy electric one. (I do think Grandma was a little dubious about the fancy new machine, and quite regularly scoffed at it, while extolling the virtues of her trusty old model which never broke down!) I just loved piecing together discarded scraps of fabric, painstakingly tacking them together, making all sorts of things.
It wasn't long before I also caught the knitting bug!
My Mother was a terrific knitter, so I learned at a very young age how to knit one, pearl one...and so on....
Crotchet I mastered on my own as no one in the family was into it, except for Auntie Belle, so imagine how proud I was when I taught my 84 year old grandmother to crochet!
I made that many throw rugs, several of which are still around as cat blankets!
I have especially developed a love of handsewing, rather than machining.
Patchwork is my favourite, but I also love embroidery, especially cross stitch and I really enjoy the challenges of graphing a pattern, then stitching it. Long stitch is fun and quick to do.
I made my Mother a beautiful cross stitch shortly before she got really sick. It was of flowers with several butterflies. I had it professionally framed and I was so proud when Mum told me how much she loved it!...But after she died, I found it wrapped up in a sheet under her bed. I wish I had hung it up for her...It now hangs on the wall at my place. It reminds me of Mum, but it also reminds me to use and enjoy things and not hide them away...
The Husband has bought me two awesome sewing machines in the last year or so. I needed a new embroidery/all rounder, and my Singer is superb! It is very easy to programme and sewing is a breeze, even when my eyes are so bad...it does beautiful embroidery.
I also have a quilting machine which is a great help when my eyes let me down, as it has guides and a good light. It has come in handy for making cot quilts etc for the babies!
I just finished sewing a gorgeous blouse which I am going to wear out to dinner this weekend! I am not a fan of fixing tears in clothes, replacing zippers etc, but more often than not, those jobs save throwing out an otherwise good garment!
I guess sewing is my lovely escape...when my mind is troubled, or I just want to relax, my favourite thing is to sit and create something with my own hands....so if you ever feel like joining me for an hour or two, let me know!
I can recommend it! xxxx
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
such a hard time of year for me...
Tomorrow is my Mother's birthday. If she was still alive, she would be turning 89!
Elizabeth Joan Mary Evans (nee Graham) was born on 27 the March, 1922. Second daughter of Mary Gladys Graham (nee Crombie) and Andrew Philip Graham.
Mum had two sisters, Lucy Jane and Margaret Anne Moya (Nancy).
My Auntie Nancy died from a burst appendix and subsequent peritonitis when she was 9 years old.
This time of year is always so hard for me because not only is it Mum's birthday, but it is also close to the time of year when Mum died.
Every 8th of April is probably the worst day of the year for me as I will never forget that terrible day almost 18 years ago when Mum went away forever.
Mum had been operated on 6 weeks earlier for bowel cancer and had been recovering well. What we didn't know at the time was that she had contracted legionnaires disease from the aircon in the intensive care unit.(we didn't find that out until after the autopsy)
Two days earlier, We had taken the kids to see her in hospital in the evening at Westmead hospital.
Mum was not herself and I knew something wasn't right because she couldn't handle the kids being in the room and she was sure the nurses were up to no good.
I found out later that they had been giving her morphine etc for pain and she was hallucinating.
I tried to get her to eat her dinner but she wasn't interested and thought I was conspiring with the nurses and doctors against her. I was so terribly upset when we left the hospital, not knowing it would be the last time she would ever speak to me...
The next day, I was tossing up whether to go over to see her and my sister Jacki rang me. She said not to go, as I had so much housework and washing to do, that she would go and not to worry.
Well, that night Mum went into a coma. The hospital rang my sister Jenny who stayed with Mum all night. I got a call 7am just after I got to work. It was the day before good friday so work was chaotic, but that was furthest from my mind.
I jumped in the car and took off. When I arrived at the hospital, all my sisters and their husbands, my Auntie Lucy and my cousin Kath were there. Mum was all hooked up to machines breathing for her, drips etc and she didn't even know I was there. I wished my children were with me, so they could support me and say goodbye to their grandmother. I felt very alone that day even though all my sisters were there.
I couldn't admit that she was dying and the wonderful nurses were by her side the whole time. We all sat with Mum, talked to her, held her hands, even though she didn't respond and I can still see her lying there...
By about 2pm we were told they had to turn off the machine that was keeping her breathing.
That was so hard to do and just thinking about it now makes it almost impossible for me to breathe...
Mum hung on for about 2 hours after the machine was switched off. We all sat with her until right at the end. The nurses told us to leave the room while they took out all the tubes etc so she could go in peace without all the invasiveness of the machinery. We all said goodbye....
I couldn't go back in at the end. My niece Tammy and (I think my brother-in-law Rick) went in. Tammy said she couldn't let Mum be by herself and to this day, I am so proud of Tammy. I should have been in there, but it just hurt too much. I couldn't see her die. Some days the guilt of not going in there to be with her is so bad I can't bear it.
I miss her so much every day....
Happy birthday, Mum I love you xxx
Elizabeth Joan Mary Evans (nee Graham) was born on 27 the March, 1922. Second daughter of Mary Gladys Graham (nee Crombie) and Andrew Philip Graham.
Mum had two sisters, Lucy Jane and Margaret Anne Moya (Nancy).
My Auntie Nancy died from a burst appendix and subsequent peritonitis when she was 9 years old.
This time of year is always so hard for me because not only is it Mum's birthday, but it is also close to the time of year when Mum died.
Every 8th of April is probably the worst day of the year for me as I will never forget that terrible day almost 18 years ago when Mum went away forever.
Mum had been operated on 6 weeks earlier for bowel cancer and had been recovering well. What we didn't know at the time was that she had contracted legionnaires disease from the aircon in the intensive care unit.(we didn't find that out until after the autopsy)
Two days earlier, We had taken the kids to see her in hospital in the evening at Westmead hospital.
Mum was not herself and I knew something wasn't right because she couldn't handle the kids being in the room and she was sure the nurses were up to no good.
I found out later that they had been giving her morphine etc for pain and she was hallucinating.
I tried to get her to eat her dinner but she wasn't interested and thought I was conspiring with the nurses and doctors against her. I was so terribly upset when we left the hospital, not knowing it would be the last time she would ever speak to me...
The next day, I was tossing up whether to go over to see her and my sister Jacki rang me. She said not to go, as I had so much housework and washing to do, that she would go and not to worry.
Well, that night Mum went into a coma. The hospital rang my sister Jenny who stayed with Mum all night. I got a call 7am just after I got to work. It was the day before good friday so work was chaotic, but that was furthest from my mind.
I jumped in the car and took off. When I arrived at the hospital, all my sisters and their husbands, my Auntie Lucy and my cousin Kath were there. Mum was all hooked up to machines breathing for her, drips etc and she didn't even know I was there. I wished my children were with me, so they could support me and say goodbye to their grandmother. I felt very alone that day even though all my sisters were there.
I couldn't admit that she was dying and the wonderful nurses were by her side the whole time. We all sat with Mum, talked to her, held her hands, even though she didn't respond and I can still see her lying there...
By about 2pm we were told they had to turn off the machine that was keeping her breathing.
That was so hard to do and just thinking about it now makes it almost impossible for me to breathe...
Mum hung on for about 2 hours after the machine was switched off. We all sat with her until right at the end. The nurses told us to leave the room while they took out all the tubes etc so she could go in peace without all the invasiveness of the machinery. We all said goodbye....
I couldn't go back in at the end. My niece Tammy and (I think my brother-in-law Rick) went in. Tammy said she couldn't let Mum be by herself and to this day, I am so proud of Tammy. I should have been in there, but it just hurt too much. I couldn't see her die. Some days the guilt of not going in there to be with her is so bad I can't bear it.
I miss her so much every day....
Happy birthday, Mum I love you xxx
Monday, 21 March 2011
when I was a little girl...
I thought my Auntie Lucy and Uncle Ted had the most beautiful house I had ever seen. As a small child, the journey to visit Auntie Lucy and family took us half the day. There were several trains, a bus and a bit of a walk...but it was worth it. These days, it would take no more than an hour! Auntie Lucy and Uncle Ted were also my Godparents! They had two daughters, Katherine and Jeannette! They also had a son, Peter who died when he was only 4 days old - a terrible tragedy and I don't think Auntie Lucy ever quite got over losing him. There wasn't another boy born into our family until my sister, Jacki had her son Anthony in the 70's!
Kath and Jeannette were my cousins and they were 11 years and 9 years older than me, respectively. They were always kind to me when we came to visit and I was always allowed to play with their dolls and read their books!
All manner of wonderous sights greeted me as I arrived. Approaching the front gate, I could already see the beautiful garden sprawling out before me. Azaeleas and Camellia bushes big enough to hide behind! Large wattles, a huge gordona and countless Gardenias (my favourite shrub to this day). Underneath lush folliage, a huge glassy eyed cat or two lay watching the birds as they flew around.
Climbing the front steps, I could already hear my Aunt calling out "is that you Betty?" and my Mother with equal anticipation and excitement calling back "it's only me Lu!"
Once inside, the grown ups kissed, hugged and discussed the newest family gossip over steaming cups of tea, served in very fine china which was always reserved for special visits.
I was allowed to drink my cordial from a special glass (as long as I sat still and didn't interrupt)
After cramming my mouth full of Sao's topped with slices of tomato and cheese, I was then turned outdoors into the magnificent backyard that to this day is one of my very favourite places.
Around the perimeter were large trees, many of them flowering gums, but there was a Magnolia, a Crepe Myrtle and several Cotoniastas. In amongst the trees were more Azaeleas, Gardenias and elsewhere, the garden was thick with fishbone ferns.
Now being a girl with a tremendous imagination, I was able to create a fantasy land in that backyard. There were fairy grotto's, a Princes castle and of course, no garden would be complete without a secret place. I would sit in that secret garden with the sun streaming down on me and dream....when I grew up, I wanted my very own house with a garden just like that one!
My Auntie Lucy was a strong, confident, intelligent and striking woman. She and my Mother, although very close sisters, were like chalk and cheese! While Mum 'made do' and thought things like face powder, hair pins and high heels were terribly vain, my Auntie was NEVER seen without red lippy, hair beautifully brushed and looking sensational in a freshly ironed dress and a pair of heels!
Lucy kept her home as women in the 60's did....loads of doilies around, china cabinet full to the brim with family heirlooms and the kettle always on the boil.
I remember marvelling at the fact that their toilet wasn't halfway down the backyard, but there it was, large as life in the bathroom!
The other thing that sticks in my mind is the tin of Devondale ice cream kept in their freezer! Such a treat was so very rare when I was growing up!
My Uncle died when I was only 17. I wish I had known him better and knew more about his life, as he fought in WWII and although he never spoke of the horrors he witnessed, sometimes I would see a faraway look in his eyes. In the midst of our family get togethers, he would silently slip out the door and sit on the back steps, just gazing out, as if he were a million miles away.
My Auntie died several years ago - at home. Lucy was the last of that generation in my family. A true gentle woman who adored her family and her home. At her funeral, my eldest sister spoke about Lucy and to quote her "ladies and gentleman a lady is present"..and that is exactly how I remember her. I miss her every day, along with my own Mother and all the other female influences in my childhood. They were ladies, in the true sense of the word. Quiet, strong, houseproud fabulous cooks who could fix a hem, give all family members a haircut and new all about the latest gossip.
My cousin Kath still lives with her two beautiful cats in that house. I am so lucky that I can still visit the special garden that holds so many good memories for me.
As a child who grew up with turmoil, fear and sometimes distress, the thought of that garden was my bit of peace....
Kath and Jeannette were my cousins and they were 11 years and 9 years older than me, respectively. They were always kind to me when we came to visit and I was always allowed to play with their dolls and read their books!
All manner of wonderous sights greeted me as I arrived. Approaching the front gate, I could already see the beautiful garden sprawling out before me. Azaeleas and Camellia bushes big enough to hide behind! Large wattles, a huge gordona and countless Gardenias (my favourite shrub to this day). Underneath lush folliage, a huge glassy eyed cat or two lay watching the birds as they flew around.
Climbing the front steps, I could already hear my Aunt calling out "is that you Betty?" and my Mother with equal anticipation and excitement calling back "it's only me Lu!"
Once inside, the grown ups kissed, hugged and discussed the newest family gossip over steaming cups of tea, served in very fine china which was always reserved for special visits.
I was allowed to drink my cordial from a special glass (as long as I sat still and didn't interrupt)
After cramming my mouth full of Sao's topped with slices of tomato and cheese, I was then turned outdoors into the magnificent backyard that to this day is one of my very favourite places.
Around the perimeter were large trees, many of them flowering gums, but there was a Magnolia, a Crepe Myrtle and several Cotoniastas. In amongst the trees were more Azaeleas, Gardenias and elsewhere, the garden was thick with fishbone ferns.
Now being a girl with a tremendous imagination, I was able to create a fantasy land in that backyard. There were fairy grotto's, a Princes castle and of course, no garden would be complete without a secret place. I would sit in that secret garden with the sun streaming down on me and dream....when I grew up, I wanted my very own house with a garden just like that one!
My Auntie Lucy was a strong, confident, intelligent and striking woman. She and my Mother, although very close sisters, were like chalk and cheese! While Mum 'made do' and thought things like face powder, hair pins and high heels were terribly vain, my Auntie was NEVER seen without red lippy, hair beautifully brushed and looking sensational in a freshly ironed dress and a pair of heels!
Lucy kept her home as women in the 60's did....loads of doilies around, china cabinet full to the brim with family heirlooms and the kettle always on the boil.
I remember marvelling at the fact that their toilet wasn't halfway down the backyard, but there it was, large as life in the bathroom!
The other thing that sticks in my mind is the tin of Devondale ice cream kept in their freezer! Such a treat was so very rare when I was growing up!
My Uncle died when I was only 17. I wish I had known him better and knew more about his life, as he fought in WWII and although he never spoke of the horrors he witnessed, sometimes I would see a faraway look in his eyes. In the midst of our family get togethers, he would silently slip out the door and sit on the back steps, just gazing out, as if he were a million miles away.
My Auntie died several years ago - at home. Lucy was the last of that generation in my family. A true gentle woman who adored her family and her home. At her funeral, my eldest sister spoke about Lucy and to quote her "ladies and gentleman a lady is present"..and that is exactly how I remember her. I miss her every day, along with my own Mother and all the other female influences in my childhood. They were ladies, in the true sense of the word. Quiet, strong, houseproud fabulous cooks who could fix a hem, give all family members a haircut and new all about the latest gossip.
My cousin Kath still lives with her two beautiful cats in that house. I am so lucky that I can still visit the special garden that holds so many good memories for me.
As a child who grew up with turmoil, fear and sometimes distress, the thought of that garden was my bit of peace....
Saturday, 19 March 2011
a fair price...
A show of hands please for all those who have had enough of having to seek out the best price when buying any consumer goods....hmmm that many, eh?
I am appalled by the large discrepancies in prices from one store to another. Wouldn't it be so much quicker and easier if we could just go to our nearest or favourite store to buy what we need, knowing it will be a fair price?
Today, for example, the Husband and I continued our search for the 'ideal' bike for me. We went from one store to another, were given glossy brochures (all the same brand) given the same spiel about each bike - and that in itself is unremarkable. However, had we bought the bike in question from the first place we went to, we might have paid up to several hundred dollars more. None of the retailers we visited had the bike on sale by the way!
This doesn't only apply to big ticket items, but I also was in need of moisturising eye cream. By shopping around, I was able to save 1/3 of the price. The Husband saved over $400 on our notebook for work by shopping around.
Being a retail professional and shop owner, I am extremely aware of special buys, discounts for bulk purchases, advertising promos, bait...call them what you will, most retailers pay the same cost price for an article. As retailers ourselves, though, it costs us exactly the same to buy 1 body of beef or 10... and given that any businesses outgoings, wages etc are factored in at the same percentage rate regardless of the turnover, one has to ask the question: what is a fair price?
Is the answer as simple as "whatever someone is willing to pay?"
It also begs the question, what is the true value of a product? When shopping for jewellery, as soon as the salesperson thinks they are losing the sale, they magically cut up to 25% off, just to close the deal ( was the original price inflated, just so they can look like they are doing you a favour?)...other retailers offer "less for cash" it makes you feel like you have to prepare for a battle of wits to get a fair price.
Never have the words "BUYER BEWARE" been more apt. It would seem that some retailers prey on those who have precious little time to shop around, or feel some sense of loyalty to any given retailer. It does go both ways though. When something seems too good to be true, well it usually is...so some degree of caution must be displayed.
BUT...This is Australia....we were born and raised to pay the ticketed price...what has happened to our retail system?
My advice?
Whenever possible, do your homework...let your fingers do the walking by either telephoning to get prices, or better yet, do some surfing on the net. Regardless of what you are buying,
I feel like I have used just about every cliche in the book to get my point across, but just think about it before you jump in and pay too much for your product.
I guess it comes down to a bit of integrity in the market... or maybe the lack of it...keep your eyes open...
I am appalled by the large discrepancies in prices from one store to another. Wouldn't it be so much quicker and easier if we could just go to our nearest or favourite store to buy what we need, knowing it will be a fair price?
Today, for example, the Husband and I continued our search for the 'ideal' bike for me. We went from one store to another, were given glossy brochures (all the same brand) given the same spiel about each bike - and that in itself is unremarkable. However, had we bought the bike in question from the first place we went to, we might have paid up to several hundred dollars more. None of the retailers we visited had the bike on sale by the way!
This doesn't only apply to big ticket items, but I also was in need of moisturising eye cream. By shopping around, I was able to save 1/3 of the price. The Husband saved over $400 on our notebook for work by shopping around.
Being a retail professional and shop owner, I am extremely aware of special buys, discounts for bulk purchases, advertising promos, bait...call them what you will, most retailers pay the same cost price for an article. As retailers ourselves, though, it costs us exactly the same to buy 1 body of beef or 10... and given that any businesses outgoings, wages etc are factored in at the same percentage rate regardless of the turnover, one has to ask the question: what is a fair price?
Is the answer as simple as "whatever someone is willing to pay?"
It also begs the question, what is the true value of a product? When shopping for jewellery, as soon as the salesperson thinks they are losing the sale, they magically cut up to 25% off, just to close the deal ( was the original price inflated, just so they can look like they are doing you a favour?)...other retailers offer "less for cash" it makes you feel like you have to prepare for a battle of wits to get a fair price.
Never have the words "BUYER BEWARE" been more apt. It would seem that some retailers prey on those who have precious little time to shop around, or feel some sense of loyalty to any given retailer. It does go both ways though. When something seems too good to be true, well it usually is...so some degree of caution must be displayed.
BUT...This is Australia....we were born and raised to pay the ticketed price...what has happened to our retail system?
My advice?
Whenever possible, do your homework...let your fingers do the walking by either telephoning to get prices, or better yet, do some surfing on the net. Regardless of what you are buying,
I feel like I have used just about every cliche in the book to get my point across, but just think about it before you jump in and pay too much for your product.
I guess it comes down to a bit of integrity in the market... or maybe the lack of it...keep your eyes open...
Friday, 11 March 2011
meanwhile...
I am a little disturbed about all these earthquakes, tsunamis, floods...etc..etc..
Some of my friends are touting 2012..armageddon...etc..hummmm
What do you think?
As a (relatively) intelligent, or leastways well educated person, I fail to see how ANYONE can safely predict the future! Especially the date of the demise of humankind...hmmmm again...
As Sarah Connor tells us in Terminator..." there is no fate but what we make for ourselves"
I am inclined to agree. However, to contradict myself slightly, I also subscribe to the "everything happens for a reason" theory.
A little confusing, maybe, but you have to admit, a little less doomsdayish than 'the world will end'
Perhaps saying that all things happen for a reason is just my way of rationalising past events and making some sense out of the senseless.
Either way, it is little comfort to those getting shaken from their beds by an earthquake or washed downstream by a raging torrent.
Meanwhile it has been a very eventful week familywise! My eldest daughter had a couple of days feeling a little under the weather, my daughter Natalie sent me a little snippet of my beautiful grandson chatting away to himself and it made my day and my son and his girlfriend came for dinner on Tuesday.
The husband and I have also had a very stressful week, with shop sales down (including possibly the quietest friday on record) but very busy writing a new cookbook and working on our internet meat business. With all these natural disasters, the price of meat has skyrocketted, thus sending many carnivores scurrying towards grilled cheese on toast. I am not sure what is going to happen in the market, but the bubble must burst soon, or so you would think...but the suppliers gave us another price hike for Monday, so it is anybody's guess.
If the doomsdayers are to be believed, it is just all a waste of time, but I am convinced we are purposefully engaged and working towards something big, rewarding and as a clairvoyant once told me...FRUITFULL!!
Keeping that in mind, at least make the most of the weekend, rain or not and perhaps think about which side of the coin you subscribe to...
cheers...xxx
Some of my friends are touting 2012..armageddon...etc..hummmm
What do you think?
As a (relatively) intelligent, or leastways well educated person, I fail to see how ANYONE can safely predict the future! Especially the date of the demise of humankind...hmmmm again...
As Sarah Connor tells us in Terminator..." there is no fate but what we make for ourselves"
I am inclined to agree. However, to contradict myself slightly, I also subscribe to the "everything happens for a reason" theory.
A little confusing, maybe, but you have to admit, a little less doomsdayish than 'the world will end'
Perhaps saying that all things happen for a reason is just my way of rationalising past events and making some sense out of the senseless.
Either way, it is little comfort to those getting shaken from their beds by an earthquake or washed downstream by a raging torrent.
Meanwhile it has been a very eventful week familywise! My eldest daughter had a couple of days feeling a little under the weather, my daughter Natalie sent me a little snippet of my beautiful grandson chatting away to himself and it made my day and my son and his girlfriend came for dinner on Tuesday.
The husband and I have also had a very stressful week, with shop sales down (including possibly the quietest friday on record) but very busy writing a new cookbook and working on our internet meat business. With all these natural disasters, the price of meat has skyrocketted, thus sending many carnivores scurrying towards grilled cheese on toast. I am not sure what is going to happen in the market, but the bubble must burst soon, or so you would think...but the suppliers gave us another price hike for Monday, so it is anybody's guess.
If the doomsdayers are to be believed, it is just all a waste of time, but I am convinced we are purposefully engaged and working towards something big, rewarding and as a clairvoyant once told me...FRUITFULL!!
Keeping that in mind, at least make the most of the weekend, rain or not and perhaps think about which side of the coin you subscribe to...
cheers...xxx
Saturday, 5 March 2011
which version of the truth is true?
I have always been a pretty naive sort of person! Well maybe mot so much naive, but more believing in the good in people, or good intentions to be precise. I have always trusted in the idea that truths are told and people are for the most part, genuine....until recently!
Yes, it may have taken 51 years, but I have finally learnt to become sceptical...I have finally learnt to look deeper before I give over to someone elses version of the truth.
Basically, if someone is nice and genuine towards me, then I am lovely back...but woe betide the person who deliberately goes out of their way to cause me or mine grief!
My entire life has been about "someone else"
You know what I mean...putting friends, family, loved ones' needs before your own. Attending to others needs at the cost of your own... type of thing.
Having said that, wouldnt you think that after all these years of caring, loving & struggling, you would think that people would be happy that at long last, I can relax a bit and enjoy a bit of life...geez it goes so fast!
But NO! The takers of this world(and they know who they are) are hell bent on trying to either make me feel guilty about it, or want me to continue to go without by lying to me and wanting to take more from me...
So be warned those "takers" out there, I AM ON TO YOU!!!!
The sneaky lies, the made up stories to evoke my sympathy so you get what you want, your obvious jealousy, secret messages and the plain rudeness do not escape me, for you are no match for me. Smirk to yourselves while you can as it will not last forever. You do not know me as well as you think for I have survived much worse in this life than you can imagine and I will, with pleasure continue to be a thorn in your side, by my mere presence...
I am extremely patient and as a huge believer in karma, and while you may have pulled the wool over some eyes, you certainly don't fool me...
Your day will come and ....
Meanwhile I am enjoying life, love and especially my family. Time with the ones I love is precious and I intend to take every opportunity to enjoy that!
Hope you have had a nice weekend...
Yes, it may have taken 51 years, but I have finally learnt to become sceptical...I have finally learnt to look deeper before I give over to someone elses version of the truth.
Basically, if someone is nice and genuine towards me, then I am lovely back...but woe betide the person who deliberately goes out of their way to cause me or mine grief!
My entire life has been about "someone else"
You know what I mean...putting friends, family, loved ones' needs before your own. Attending to others needs at the cost of your own... type of thing.
Having said that, wouldnt you think that after all these years of caring, loving & struggling, you would think that people would be happy that at long last, I can relax a bit and enjoy a bit of life...geez it goes so fast!
But NO! The takers of this world(and they know who they are) are hell bent on trying to either make me feel guilty about it, or want me to continue to go without by lying to me and wanting to take more from me...
So be warned those "takers" out there, I AM ON TO YOU!!!!
The sneaky lies, the made up stories to evoke my sympathy so you get what you want, your obvious jealousy, secret messages and the plain rudeness do not escape me, for you are no match for me. Smirk to yourselves while you can as it will not last forever. You do not know me as well as you think for I have survived much worse in this life than you can imagine and I will, with pleasure continue to be a thorn in your side, by my mere presence...
I am extremely patient and as a huge believer in karma, and while you may have pulled the wool over some eyes, you certainly don't fool me...
Your day will come and ....
Meanwhile I am enjoying life, love and especially my family. Time with the ones I love is precious and I intend to take every opportunity to enjoy that!
Hope you have had a nice weekend...
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