Tuesday, 2 December 2008

St Maria Goretti ORA PRO NOBIS

Please, any British Catholics who are worried about the moves by our Government to make sex education compulsory for children as young as five years old, sign this petition to our Bishops, as soon as possible - THE VERY IDEA OF THIS SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ALLOWED.
Here is what the petition says -
Petition to the Catholic Bishops of England and Wales
Do you wish to sign this petition? Add your name to the list here .
We, the undersigned, respectfully petition the Catholic Bishops of England and Wales to protest in the strongest terms against the latest Government proposals which seek to make sex and relationship education compulsory for children from age 5 upwards. We believe, in line with the constant teaching of the Church, that such education at so early an age could only have a severely detrimental effect on the children involved, on family life and on society in general. We call upon you as our Shepherds in the Faith to issue an authoritative statement on the Church's teaching on this matter, and to declare that you, as our Bishops, oppose any attempt to undermine the sanctity of the parent-child relationship, the innocence of the child, and our God-given parental authority in such crucial matters.
Download a copy of the petition. Download a copy of the letter we are planning to send to the Bishops.
Thank you for your support.

Monday, 24 November 2008

New Business, New Friends ...

I have been busy for a wee while, very much enjoying a new direction in life, making modest clothing for (at present) little girls. It came about from a chat group of several homeschooling mums who were all complaining that it was hard to find decent well-made clothes for their children - there is plenty of "tarty" stuff around, or clothes with revolting logos on, but not a lot of nice traditional, well-made stuff available. So I invested in an overlocker, and got sewing. It's been fun, and hasn't turned into a sweat-shop (yet!). The business is dedicated to Madame Martin, Therese's mum, since she worked from home too.

In the meantime I also managed to make a few items of clothing for some new friends I've made - but, as we are constantly being taught in the spiritual life, we must not cling to our friendships too much, and have to follow the path of detachment (and, the Good Lord knows, we've been trying to afford a detached house for years, but he's not giving one to us .. hmmm, but, digressions aside) so I needs must send my little friends on to the Sisters of the Gospel of Life in time for Christmas, so that others may benefit from their friendship, and have hours of fun dressing and undressing them ...

By the way, if anyone fancies the dress at the top - it fits an 18 month to 2 yr old - it's waiting to be bought!

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Beloved Guardian Angels

To My Son's Guardian Angel.
I humbly salute you, O faithful, heavenly Friend of my child! I give you heartfelt thanks for all the love and goodness you show him. At some future day I shall, with thanks more worthy than I can now give, repay your care for him, and before the whole heavenly court acknowledge his indebtedness to your guidance and protection. Continue to watch over him. Provide for all his needs of body and soul. Pray, likewise, for me, for my husband, and my whole family, that we may all one day rejoice in your blessed company.

I have a lovely tale about my boy's guardian angel -

When he was a tiny baby, and we were living in a town with no real friends near, and family far away, my husband was studying away from home during the week. I was soooo tired (I'm sure all mums of newborns know about that feeling) but wanted a bath, yet had a fear of falling asleep and drowning, since no-one would know, and no-one would find out, or care for the baby until his daddy got back at the weekend. I got into the bath, telling his guardian angel to make sure I didn't fall asleep. Needless to say, the warm, comforting bath, and the tiredness soon took over, and I felt myself drowsing off, when I was suddenly woken by a "plop! plop! plop!" - three pairs of plastic nappy pants had been dropped in from the shelf above the bath, where they had been neatly stored for several weeks (I'd been using disposables mostly, at that time). I had to laugh, I just knew it was his Guardian Angel looking after him. What was nice, was that he didn't drop the terry nappies, as that would have made me cross, just went for the "easy dry" option, and three for the Trinity, too!!

Keep up the good work, Guardian Angels, our young ones are so precious!

And another lovely prayer to the guardian angels:-

Faithful friends of my children
Guardian angels given to them by God
I turn to you with deep faith.
May your intercession, secure for me the
grace to bring up my children for God and for Heaven.
Guard them everywhere, especially where my eyes cannot reach them.
Follow them everywhere, especially where I cannot be with them.
Warn them when they cannot hear my voice. Rescue them at all times.
Protect them against the attacks of evil forces. Show them the path to life
in God's Kingdom on earth as it is in Heaven.
Encourage them to give their will to God daily and seek only His light in their lives.
May the Good Lord reward you for your love. AMEN.

Wednesday, 24 September 2008

Sorrow turned to joy!

This morning I decided to place some grocery items on a high glass shelf in my pantry. I had emptied said shelf a week or so ago as I had noticed the brackets beginning to pull away from the wall, and I had some very heavy pottery dishes on it. I had screwed the screws back into the rawl plugs, and as it had remained in position, and I'd given it a wiggle to make sure it was well-secured, I loaded it up with 'light-ish' items...

or so I thought...

I must thank my guardian angel for getting me out of the pantry -

I was in another room when I heard an almighty crash, and rushed back to find...

I don't think I've ever seen such a mess !

Thank the Lord, despite the great height everything had fallen from and the fact that the shelf itself was in smithereens, there wasn't a great deal of damage. A few broken cups, but even hubby's bottle of Mead wine, and a couple of jars of home-made raspberry jam, which I had foolishly placed on the shelf, were unscathed. The strangest thing was the sound of the glass continuing to crackle.

One bag of flour had burst, but didn't seem to have any glass in it, so after clearing up the debris, I decided to get out my bread-making machine, ...

The nicest thing was, as I stood looking at the disaster and he'd rushed in from another room to see what had happened, the bread-maker said, "I'm glad you didn't get cross about it Mummy" ... I must admit things like that don't make me cross, I think I was just so amazed by it all!

The old tin of yeast I found lurking in the back of my fridge didn't seem to have lost any of it's power!

You can tell which one the bread-making machine shaped for me...

Well, I'm glad the disaster motivated me back into making bread, even though I was exhausted after all the cleaning up...

(Edited to add, due to UKOK's comment! ...)

Good Bread Recipe

Quantities of loaves ............................3.............2................1

Flour (strong white bread flour.................3lb .....1 1/2 lb .....3/4lb
Salt (tablespoons)..............................1 1/2....... 1........... 1/2
Butter..........................................3oz ....1 1/2 oz ....3/40z
Yeast (teaspoons - tinned dried yeast)..........5.........2 1/2 .........1/4
Liquid (fluid ounces)...........................30 .........15............ 7 1/2

I tend to use organic bread flour - health-food shops, and some of the larger stores stock it (Waitrose is my nearest).
Yeast is made by Allinsons - it's not the stuff for machines, but that might work as well.
The liquid can be plain water (you get the yeast started by mixing it with half the quantity of liquid, at a lukewarm temp., with a teaspoon of sugar in it, left for 10 mins to make sure it's frothing).
However, for this recipe, and it turned out delicious, I used up a carton of Rice milk I'd kept in the cupboard in case anyone with milk allergies turned up! (It had fallen too, and looked like it might start leaking!)
Sometimes, for a richer recipe, I use two eggs (for the first two quantities, and one egg for the last) beaten, and then make up the rest of the liquid with milk (having kept some aside to get the yeast started).
I also add seeds (pumpkin, sesame, whatever you fancy!) - just chuck a couple of handfulls in to the flour, before adding the liquid.
Liquid is all added at once, once the yeast is frothing nicely, and then get bashing for ten minutes, UKOK should be alright as she has two bread-making machines she can use to help save her wrists!!!
Leave to rise for about an hour, bash down, shape, and leave to rise for another hour (although some people don't bother with 2 risings, I find it's better), place in or onto WELL BUTTERED tins, then bake @ about 200 deg.C for 10mins, turn down heat, to 180 deg. C, for another 20 - 30 mins. (It can all be done at one temperature, I'm never sure what's best, but this way it seems to turn out ok).
The way to test whether the bread is cooked, is to turn it out of it's tin (or turn upside down if it's on a flat tray), tap the base, and if it sounds hollow, it's done. If it doesn't sound hollow, (but looks cooked) I put it back in upside down, for another 5 mins or so, and that usually does the trick.
Happy munching - (you really do need the home-made raspberry jam for perfection!)

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Thankyou Alexa for the "I Love Your Blog" award. Not sure I want to answer the following questions with one word, but if I must:
1. Where is your cell phone? hidden.
2. Where is your significant other? school.
3. Your hair color? brunette (cough, cough).
4. Your mother? Welsh.
5. Your father? Scots.
6. Your favorite thing? gardening.
7. Your dream last night? pleasant.
8. Your dream/goal? become Christ-like (can't say that in one word, sorry).
9. The room you’re in? study.
10. Your hobby? bereft.
11. Your fear? losing heaven.
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? improved.
13. Where were you last night? in bed.
14. What you’re not? sad.
15. One of your wish-list items? detatchment.
16. Where you grew up? Gloucestershire.
17. The last thing you did? put coal on fire.
18. What are you wearing? denim dress.
19. Your TV? hidden.
20. Your pet? woodlouse. (we do borrow a dog called ' Bless' occasionally too).
21. Your computer? hubby's.
22. Your mood? middling.
23. Missing someone? hubby.
24. Your car? red.
25. Something you’re not wearing? trousers!
26. Favourite store? none (but John Lewis's if near one!).
27. Your summer? where was it?
28. Love someone? aha.
29. Your favourite colour? green.
30. When is the last time you laughed? today.
31. Last time you cried? few days ago.

Now I'm supposed to tag someone with this award, but since most of my blog buddies are one step ahead of me, (or too busy, and grown up to join in these things) I reckon they've all been done, but anyone who's on my blogroll can consider themselves worthy of the award, that's why I've put them there!

Monday, 22 September 2008

Science lessons - homeschool style!

I've been too busy to post anything lately, due to the fact that we've actually started using a TIMETABLE which means I can't mess around any longer when I'm supposed to be teaching! However, we were supposed to be doing science this afternoon, and since the rather ridiculous chemistry kit in an oversized box with very little in that could not be found in an average kitchen (apart from the iron filings!) didn't inspire me to go beyond the making of rose-petal perfume (which was last week's exploit) I thought the blending of butter, sugar and eggs with mashed bananas, flour and baking powder, was science enough for the day...

In the interest of scientific accuracy, for those who wish to try the experiment themselves at home, I shall note down the proceedure...

Take 3oz (sorry modern science teachers*, I still don't believe in evolution, so grammes mean nothing to me either) of butter, blend with 6oz of caster sugar, until light and fluffy. Add 2 beaten medium sized eggs with 10 oz of mashed bananas and 8oz of sifted plain flour, 3 level teaspoons of baking powder, and a pinch of salt.

For our recipe, we added some sunflower seeds, and some flaked almonds, and sprinkled extra ones on top after putting the mixture into a 2lb loaf tin.

(2 oz of walnuts can be added, if desired).

Cook for about an hour at 350 deg. F, roughly! (We actually used Celsius, but my recipe says F. and I don't know how to convert it, so we played around and it came out ok - see how scientific we are) (My son does know how to convert it, but he thought it would take too much brain effort).

* (Modern science teachers will be relieved to know that my son does think in grammes, and thought my funny old fashioned z in oz was a g, and was about to weigh out 30 grammes, instead o f 3 ounces - fortunately I realised in time what he was up to - but would it have mattered? is there a big difference between 30 grammes and 3 ounces?? I'm musing to myself here...)

Thursday, 11 September 2008

Does anyone else pronounce these things "meh may"? - I never get the Dawkins connection at first!

Roses and Jessamine has asked me to answer this lot :-

"Where were you and what were you doing at...?"

1. JFK's Assassination 22/11/1963
Poking my baby brother in the eye? Playing with dollies? Annoying my older siblings? No idea!

2. England vs Germany World Cup Semi-Final 4/7/1990
Now if you'd asked me about the 1966 England vs Germany World Cup Final, well, I can distinctly remember watching it from behind two armchairs (presumably the front row was taken up by male members of the family) and feeling very excited because England had won! By 1990 I was far too spiritual to be worrying about such earthly matters!

3. Margaret Thatcher's Resignation 22/11/1990
Probably still floating on my spiritual cloud, but I felt immense relief that she'd gone and I'd be able to watch the news without having to stick my fingers in my ears every time she spoke.
4. Princess Diana's Death 31/8/1997
At my parent's house in Bristol. Early morning I came downstairs and my father, a newsaholic, had heard about it and told me - I didn't really believe him at first. I remember seeing her coffin brought through the streets of Northampton, (we lived there then) on its way to her final resting place.

5. Attack on Twin Towers 9/11/2001
At our house in Bristol. My sister had been shopping at the nearby Mall, and had seen news coverage of it on the TV s for sale in the shops. She came to tell us. We didn't have tv, but we managed to get the news coverage from the internet. We spent a lot of time shielding our young son from the in your face coverage of it (he's never been allowed to watch the news). I was glad a couple of years later that we had, when with a group of young children who were about the same age as him, it was obvious that it had impinged on their lives in an unhealthy way. He knows about such things, but not from seeing the horrific visual imagery.

6. Election of Cardinal Ratzinger to the Papacy 19/4/2005
At Mum and Dad's again, in Bristol - 'cos I saw something on the telly, and we didn't have one! I was so relieved. I had been reading his "Spirit of the Liturgy", and gradually turning into a rampant Traditionalist over the previous six months - it seemed a real answer to prayer.

I think most of the people I know have done this already, so whoever wants to, feel free to consider yourselves tagged.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Happy Birthday! Mary

I have long tried to achieve a 'blue and white' garden in honour of Our Blessed Mother; the last garden I had was just coming to perfection (after 5 years work on it) when we moved house. The current one has not had enough work done on it yet, not enough time, not enough money, sigh! Nonetheless, here are my gleanings, after a very wet and sunless summer, gathered this morning for Our Blessed Mother's birthday. Perhaps next year I will have a little less purple, and a little more blue!

Sunday, 31 August 2008

Visit to Lisieux

The Basilica is a very impressive building, but the nicest part of it is the Crypt, where we attended the Old Rite Mass on the Sunday morning. I didn't get any photos during the Mass, I felt a bit inhibited, since we'd had one old lady give us one of those severe French 'stares' (anyone who's ever visited France will understand what I mean by that!) when we entered the Chapel. The photo below is taken just after Mass, when the two young men were returning the altar to novus ordo-ability.

The Mass itself was somewhat bizarre, for those who are used to the Usus Antiquior over here. The Priest seemed very unsure of himself, presumably because it was so long since he'd celebrated this Mass, but what got us, was that the Epistle was read in French by a layman, from a lecturn facing the people, followed by the Gospel read in French by the Priest, at the same lecturn - neither had been read through in Latin prior to this. The other odd thing was that they all stood during the consecration. Still it was better than the New Rite Mass we attended in the Carmel; charity prevents me from saying too much about that - suffice to say, it seemed very modern there... (and what they've done to the interior decor of the Carmel chapel made me very sad).

But, the mosaics in the Crypt are lovely, and I especially liked this statue of the Child Jesus - it was hard to get a photo in focus.

The upper Basilica main altar looks like this ..

And there is a shrine with a reliquary containing Therese's arm at the side (not sure about the dancing figure on the cross above, though!)

Outside, round the back of the Basilica, we found the tombs of Louis and Zelie Martin. Although their relics have been translated, and will be placed in a new shrine in the Crypt in September, prior to their Beatification on October 19th this year, we found it a good place to pray and have our photies taken by our son ...

who had climbed up lots of steps to a lovely outdoor altar, which he pointed out would make a great place to say the Old Mass, and then he decided to oblige us with a few of the actions the Priest would make, if he were to celebrate Mass there!

As I've already mentioned above, there was a little disappointment re the actual Carmel - especially as the sisters now come "out" for Mass, and sit at the front of the chapel - no strict enclosure there anymore - but the side chapel with Therese's remains is a lovely place to pray. I have to admit, when I first saw it, I wondered whether she was incorruptible, but actually, that is a wax effigy atop the tomb - it is very beautiful though.

But the most moving place, I found, was the family home of Les Buissonets. I really enjoyed its ordinariness, (in a 19th century way!). I didn't take any photos there, but looking for some on the internet, I came across a wonderful set,
here on a lovely blog I've just discovered, called Laudem Gloriae.

I prayed for the intentions of all those who read this blog, so I'm sure Therese, and her Ma and Pa are interceding for you!

Thursday, 28 August 2008

Somebody Loves Me..

It's nice to come back from being away to find you've been given an award by someone, which Roses and Jessamine has kindly done.

She has nominated me for the Blogging Friends Forever (BFF) Award in the Recently New Category, and so I do hope our blossoming friendship can stand the test of time! She says the last time she won something was ABBA's Super Trouper album in a newspaper competition (when she was 10) - which brought back fond memories of a SteelEyeSpan album coming through the post when I was about 14.
The funny thing was that I hadn't a clue where it had come from for a while, until I remembered that months before, I had entered a competition in the Catholic paper, The Universe, with this as the prize - I hadn't realised that I had won it, and there was nothing with the LP to tell me I had either!! Ah well, it shows me age, I suppose, but I could still annoy my husband now, if I wanted to, by singing every one of the lyrics to "All Around My Hat".
Now, as with anything in life, there are always conditions attached to these things, so I have to abide by some rules, they being,
1. Only five people allowed.
2. Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog.
3. One has to be someone new, or recently new to your blog, or live in another part of the world.
4. You must link back to whoever gave you the 'Blogging Friends Forever' award.
Well, I've already done rule number 4, and phew, I'm relieved I only have to find 5 people devoted to my out-dribblings, but as to whether they can be officially classed as dedicated, mmmm, let me see, well, my newest reader seems to be Journey of Truth , and then there's my greatest blogging inspiration, Alexa. Now, as for dedication, well, I don't think Mrs Pea would waste her precious time away from her lovely children, but I love reading her blog so she gets one, and I know ukok checks in now and again, and then not to be too feminist about thing, I think Lacrimarum Valle should be my token male, if he's not too offended by such a suggestion!
Actually this has all been rather complicated, and taken up more time than I thought it would, so I won't be too surprised if these chaps don't get round to putting their awards on their blogs.
I thought I'd have time to write something about our trip to Lisieux, but I'll have to save that for another day.

Thursday, 14 August 2008

Beautiful Buddleia-Basking Butterflies!

What a delight to come back to this view from beyond my grubby kitchen sink! There are so many butterflies feasting on the buddleia, that I had to dash out and capture some pics.
This one obliged with several poses..

And I just managed to get a shot of this chap before he flew away!

We're off to Lisieux for a few days tomorrow, so Happy Feast of the Assumption to one and all - we'll be popping in to Reading on the way for the EF Mass, and to visit some home-schooling friends. And then in Lisieux, on Sunday, they should be having one of the first
Traditional Latin Masses in a long time, at the Basilica, (to which we were alerted by Fr Hermeneutic's blog!) so we hope to be able to attend that. It's funny, but when I first began to be drawn to the Traditional Mass, people used to try to convince me that the New Mass was a wonderful invention, that did away with the dry dull old one, and one thought would come to me, "But what about people like Saint Therese of Lisieux, and other great Saints - surely they were happy with the Mass the way it was?"
I shall remember the intentions of all you bloggers, and especially recommend the married ones to Louis and Zelie Martin, although I fear they may not be "in" at present - their bodies having been exhumed, due to the investigation in to their cause for canonisation. Apparently they won't be "home" again 'till September, still, I'm sure Therese will put in a word for us with her ma and pa!!

Been Busy!

Just to let those of you who are interested in art know what I've been up to for the last couple of weeks!

I am a pretty fast retoucher, and as my colleague had done all the ground work in getting this picture conserved, but has a bit of a backlog in the studio, she needed a helping hand to get the job finished; so I've been chained to the easel for a while!

This is what Our Lady and her surrounding Angels looked like prior to me getting the paint brushes and pigments out:-

And once the work was done...

And here are some "before" and "after" details of the top right angel, the second photo isn't very good as I took it in a rush at the end, but it gives some idea of the completed job.

Tuesday, 29 July 2008

Glamour,Baggy Pants and Feminist Pride

I remember a Priest once giving a sermon in which he described the idea of "glamour" as being harmful to our society. I was rather taken aback by this, having strived (most unsuccessfully) to be glamorous, for most of my art-school days. I was very much influenced by one of my fellow studentesses, a Glasweigian glamour queen named Susan; though, when I looked through the eyes of reality, I could see that two rather dumpy females below the height of 5'2", would never have made the grade! Yet, after mulling over this sermon, I began to realise that the Priest was right, in as much as so many young people waste so much time over vain things such as their looks, or rather someone else's look, and how to achieve it. It was a sad indictment of the Catholic schooling system in the 60's and 70's, that when Susan and I were in the first year of our Fine Art course, and were seated before the wonderful set of Poussin paintings of the Seven Sacraments, in the Art Gallery in Edinburgh, neither of us were able, after having acknowledged to the Art History tutor that we were the only Catholic representatives of the youthful gathering at his feet, to list what all the seven Sacraments were! But we certainly knew how to try and look 'cool' . I was brought up a Catholic, but I didn't really know my faith. I never missed Mass, but I didn't really know why. I distinctly remember loving the sermons of the Dominican priests at the Chaplaincy in Edinburgh, they appealed to my intellect, or maybe to my intellectual pride. I only had a few qualms when one of them decided to make me a "Eucharistic Minister" minutes before the Mass one day (before these things were generally allowed)- letting me know that it was only an accident of history, and our culture, that had stopped women being ordained, but it wouldn't be long now, before the Church changed.... I drank in the feminist gobbledegook that was spouted at the time.... I was able to believe what I wanted, form the opinions I chose to hold, but, I must have a wonderful Guardian Angel, and very prayerful parents, because somehow I never went too far astray. I was always interested in my Faith, and wanted to know what the Truth was, and because of that, I've never liked to rest until I am convinced one way or another about something. It is obvious that different Priests will give different opinions on what is right or wrong, and if we are intelligent, or even just bothered about where the Truth lies, we lay people sometimes have to research beyond what a certain Priest has said, and look to what the Church teaches. By the Grace of God, and the intercession of His Blessed Mother, and my Guardian Angel, I believe I was able to get rid of most of my "feminist" notions - and I have found this incredibly liberating! I eventually realised it was wrong for women to be considering that it was their "right" to stand at the altar alongside the Priest. It is the same with modesty - there are many different opinions out there about what constitutes modest dress.
Those Catholic women who love to show off their bottoms in trousers (or pants, as our American friends would call them) - and there's no denying that trousers show off bottoms, except perhaps for the ones I used to wear in my "arty" days, which my Father described as looking like an "elephant's arse hanging down" - they were otherwise known as 'harem pants' - love also to justify it along the lines of "if the men want to ogle, then it's their problem", and, "I have 24 daughters, so I know a thing or two about modesty, and it's all in their hearts, and God doesn't mind one iota whether they flaunt what they've got, coz He gave it to them". But is this really Catholic teaching, I would like to ask? Or is it just the opinion of some women (or men)? Why, may I ask, is their opinion more true than that of say, Pope Pius XII, where he says,

" With regard to clothing, modesty requires especially two things: first, care that one does not make purity difficult for oneself, or for others, by one's own mode of dress; and, second, a prudent but firm and courageous resistance to the styles and customs, no matter how popular or widespread, or adopted by others, which are a danger to purity ."

I think I would really have appreciated my mother teaching me that when I was a young woman. I might not have gone along with it, but I would definitely have kept coming back to it, because it is so True.
And I do think it so sad that so few of these women actually consider the purity of their sons, husbands, Priests, and fellow Christian men, who could be led to sin by their immodesty - surely their souls are as important to save as those of their glamorous daughters?
I suspect a lot of it is to do with residual feminist pride... Yet as a searcher for the Truth, I'm willing to be convinced otherwise, but not from unauthoritative opinions, please!

Monday, 21 July 2008

Transient Beauty

I was looking at other people's blogs, and admiring their garden pictures, especially their roses. I love roses, but wouldn't choose to grow them, simply because I don't have the knowledge or time to take care of them and get the best out of them; mine always seem to end up covered in some sort of dreadful aphid or black spot disease. Despite all this, though, the few rose bushes I inherited with the garden (and my principle is, if it's a nice plant, then keep it till it dies of its own accord, or too much vigorous pruning on my behalf) have produced some lovely flowers, and I thought I should rush out and take some photos before they all get ruined by the rain and wind that is a constant feature of our summer weather this year!

One very large rose bush which is well established, and surviving nicely by my kitchen window had roses in various stages of loveliness, and it got me to thinking about our perceptions of beauty.

We start out like this rose bud,

Then life causes a bit of wear and tear, but we still look blousy and attractive,

Even when we get storm - damaged we can retain touches of glory,

But, eventually, we must wither and die.

However, the wonder of it is, that God sees us like this all the time ...

And if we let Him, He will transform us into this,

So that we can join all the Saints in glory, to Praise Him eternally.

Of Knights and Fair Maidens

I recently received a lovely medal in the post, from a dear homeschooling mum friend who has six boys. The envelope was rather large for the medal, which she had told me she was sending, so I was intrigued as to what else there might be in it. To my surprise, out dropped a relic from the dim distant past..

A pair of chainmail Knight's trousers, which were somewhat past their "sell-by" date, along with a plea for something to be done about them!!! The fabric had not been easy to sew the first time round, but was now ripped apart at the seams, along with a few other damages caused by hearty warfare...

You see, when they were first made, it was to dress one little Knight of Our Lady, who, being an only child, and not having a great deal of contact with many other Knights, did not have a lot of opportunities for jousting, and armed combat, and the like; so I knew that despite the rather delicate nature of the chainmail, they would hold out for a while, long enough for him to grow out of them.

They even survived the occasional lending to a sweet little maiden who needed to dress up as Joan of Arc for an All Saints party...

So I hoiked out the old sewing machine, and got to work on repairing them, with the following rather good result (even if I do say so myself). Whether they will survive the onslaught of battle for long is another question, but since they will now probably only fit the youngest son of the six, and since the family's latest addition, to the shock, surprise, and delight of all, is a little girl, the trews probably don't need to survive much longer - (unless of course she decides she must be Joan of Arc)!

Whilst the sewing machine was out, and since the household must be rather lacking in bonnets and bows with all those male siblings to the new baby, I thought I would turn these...

into these.

Note the distinct lack of pink - it will take a while for mum to be weaned off blue...