Friday 4 October 2024

A Little More Decluttering

The final tally for the September declutter is rather haphazard
  • As usual I located 1 bag to hold CS donations
  • 2 pieces of open weave curtain fabric which I will never use because the pattern is dire, have been repurposed for the Brownies Sewing Badge [I am working with three dozen of them on Monday evenings] 
  • there were 3 bits of a ballpoint pen in the bottom of my bag, but not all the bits needed to reassemble it. That was discarded 
  • 4 cereal boxes I had been keeping 'just in case' have been cut up for the Toddler Group Craft Activity I am doing next week
  • Looking for something in the Futility Room Cupboards, I found a box with 6 more jam jars [recycled]
  • I did the summer/winter wardrobe sort- 7 garments really worn out, and binned, 8 have some life but don't fit, and have gone into the Charity Shop bag. The wardrobe is efficiently organised and I look forward to choosing co-ordinated autumn outfits
  • More 'virtual decluttering' I tidied up my blogroll - and unfollowed than 20 blogs where nothing has been written since lockdown
  • I tidied my email inbox too, and deleted around 50 messages which I really do not need to keep
  • I unsubscribed from another 10 mailings
  • I have contacted 4 charities who keep sending me literature [and raffle tickets I do not want to buy] and asked them to remove me from their mailing list
That's over 100 things - added to the previous 110 I have got rid of 200 plus real/virtual items
I am also trying to be more efficient about post - all those unwanted flyers go straight into the recycling bin without have a day or two languishing on the sideboard first.
I'm typing this at my pc and just looked at the chaotic pinboard on the wall in front of me.  That definitely needs to be attacked, as does the overflowing filing tray on my left. 
🎵"Don't stop me now, cos I'm having a good time, and I don't wanna stop at all"🎵

Thursday 3 October 2024

Winter Drawers On...

That's not a typo - every Autumn Grandad would say "It's turning cold" and Nana would reply "Winter drawers on!" then they'd have a daft discussion about underwear. Being born at the end of the Victorian era, Nana always referred to her knickers as "drawers"
In the 1800s a woman would wear two separate 'legs' which had a casing at the top and a tape to draw them together at the waist. Hence a pair of drawers
To this day, even though we wear just the one garment, we still refer to a pair of... [pants/knickers/briefs etc] *
The other mystery of 'old lady underwear' in my childhood were the adverts at the back of Woman's Weekly for Directoire Knickers - which I thought were directory knickers. 
 A single garment, usually pink, cream or peach coloured with legs elasticated just above the knee. After the Victorians, the Edwardians wore slimmer more fitted garments, not voluminous crinolines. Women wanted underwear which fitted closer to the body - especially when the "roaring twenties" came along. The name comes from the "directoire" - a neo-classical style popular in France [1795 to 1799] between the elaborate ornate style of Louis XVI and before the "Empire Style".
This style persisted through the war years, issued as part of the uniform for women in the forces. although the legs did get a bit shorter. By the early 60s many of us had to wear "PE knickers" which had elasticated legs [mine were hideous bottle green and itchy] and grannies still wore the peachy bloomers. My friend Jean always referred to them as "Harvest Festival Knickers" - because she said "All is safely gathered in"
But now so many styles abound, with different names...M&S offers full briefs, high cut, thongs, bikini briefs, Brazilian, no VPL, midi, Miami, shapewear, shorts, period knickers...My decluttering got a bit haphazard last week, but I did sort my knicker drawer. 

Mum and Auntie Peggy always insisted on decent pants
"In case you get knocked down by a bus". Cousin Gill and I suspected their mother had drummed this into them. We said that if we were unfortunate enough to be in such an accident, we did not want the medical team distracted by our attractive underwear! By the the children came along, and finances were tight, I kept my old white Sloggis till they were were repaired, and rather grey. And then one day sorting laundry, LIz lectured me about their parlous state. "Nobody sees me in them except your father  "Just because you have got your man, that does not excuse you wearing shabby underwear. Mum!" I really took that to heart, and have tried to wear better ones ever since. I have regularly bought new pants, and put them in the drawer, leaving the shabby ones underneath 'in case of an emergency'. What emergency is that? And I do not need twenty five pairs!  I have been ruthless - down to 18 pairs now, and those with weak elastic, holes and ladders, and uncomfortable gussets have gone in the bin. And I suspect others may follow. 
I did check the internet - it seems the average UK woman owns 25 pairs, and many sites recommend at least 14 so you have a clean pair daily for a fortnight. I appreciate sportswomen will wear more than one pair a day - after a run, or game of football, they'd want fresh undies. But I am more sedentary, less sweaty!
Worst ever pants - [1] the pack of seven 'days of the week' ones when I was 5. I got them in the wrong order, and realised one day I was wearing 'Wednesday' on 'Thursday' I was sure everyone in my class knew. [2] the paper disposable ones, in a pack of 3, bought from Etam in the early 70s. I pulled them up too fast and the elastic waistband completely came away!
Do you have any BRIEF comments?

*in Tudor times, upper garments were often two-piece, front and back, tied at the sides, and called 'a pair of bodies' - but that turned into the term 'bodice'

Wednesday 2 October 2024

Harvest Mouse!

On Monday last, Bob and I were guests of our friends from Cowper Chapel at their Harvest Lunch. After some delicious fish and chips, there was a choice of gateau and ice cream, then tea and coffee. A simple meal, requiring minimal effort on the part of the group, with plenty of opportunity to sit and chat. Many of those present live alone, and appreciated enjoying food with good company, which they had not needed to prepare. I was providing the after-dinner entertainment, so I showed them one of my mice, and recited a favourite poem by John Betjeman. One which combines themes of Church, Harvest and mice. It was very well received. 


Tuesday 1 October 2024

Not IHOP But IDOP

I know about IHOP [International House of Pancakes] Not yet international in the sense of having an outlet in the UK. That's probably a good thing for our nation's health...What's IDOP??It is International Day Of Older Persons. An initiative of the United Nations.

Here's an interesting 'infographic' about those of us who are 65+
One in six people globally are over 65 - and by 2041, that will be about 1 in 4. 
In 2018, the global population passed the historic milestone of 'more people over 65 than children under 5'
This year the theme is "Ageing with Dignity: The importance of strengthening care and support systems globally for those over 65"
Obviously this is an issue which is pretty important for me these days - and I know many of you reading this are also aged 60+. I'm also aware too  that many of my blogfriends who are yet to enter 'the third age' show care and concern of older members of their family or friendship circles. Thank you!
I am encouraged to read that one in four seniors is involved in some sort of volunteering [unpaid] activity to help others. Maybe formal stuff like Parish Councillors, Brownie-Guide Leaders, Hospital Visitors, etc - or more informal, caring for grandchildren, shopping for housebound neighbours, dogwalking etc. 
Know that while you have breath you can be useful. Auntie Peggy said [often] after Gill's death "I don't know why I am still here, I can't do very much. But I can pray for people as I sit here in my chair". She also telephoned people to encourage them, to remind them that she cared, to ask after their well-being. In her late nineties she was still a force for good.
Maybe we are a little slower than we used to be, and our eyesight, hearing and mobility are less than perfect. But we can all have the opportunity to share our experiences, and show love.
Today I shall try to visit someone even older than I am, and celebrate with them.
And maybe Grandad Bob will cook me pancakes for tea