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I had four major things on this weekend: church women's weekend away, hockey presentation night, a crop swap open day, and my monthly sewing day with my quilting group.
The women’s weekend away had been planned for a long time – months – and I wanted to go, because it’s a good time of study and socialising with other women. But then my hockey presentation night landed on the Saturday night, and since my team had won the grand final for our division, I wanted a night to hang out and have fun. So I went down to the weekend away on Friday night, stayed until Saturday afternoon, then drove home (2 hours) to head out for the hockey “preso” night.
Theme was black and white, and while most people took it formal, some people went off-road:
I stayed on-road with an old black dress with white beading on it. I’m sure I’ve had it for about twenty years, and it’s pretty and I can still get into it in spite of putting on about 5kg (possibly more) over the last couple of years.
I wasn’t originally planning either the crop swap open day (at a spring festival ‘celebration’ at one of our historical sites) or the quilting group meet, but one of the women who was going to be managing the stall had a partner who was down with flu and she was quarantining herself so she didn’t pass it on. So the woman she’d been rostered on with asked me to come along because she knew me and knew that I was thinking of coming along. So I gathered my stuff up and went.
I love the crop swap community that I’m a part of; you meet interesting people (mostly middle-aged women), and chat about gardening, get advice and tips, and share all kinds of food and harvested crops!
As is usual at these swaps, I ended up with far more than I gave…
And then Sunday afternoon was my quilting group’s monthly sit-and-sew, which I didn’t have to attend, but I needed the space to be able to cut up the yard-long bundles of an out-of-print fabric that had a brief reprint run, so in spite of being absolutely zonkered, I went and cut the bundles up and handed them out to the women who were there for the sewing day.
You’d think that this would be sufficient for my Sunday, right? Nope. Then I had church.
Still, in spite of my absolute exhaustion by 10pm Sunday night, it was a good weekend.
The women’s weekend away had been planned for a long time – months – and I wanted to go, because it’s a good time of study and socialising with other women. But then my hockey presentation night landed on the Saturday night, and since my team had won the grand final for our division, I wanted a night to hang out and have fun. So I went down to the weekend away on Friday night, stayed until Saturday afternoon, then drove home (2 hours) to head out for the hockey “preso” night.
Theme was black and white, and while most people took it formal, some people went off-road:
I stayed on-road with an old black dress with white beading on it. I’m sure I’ve had it for about twenty years, and it’s pretty and I can still get into it in spite of putting on about 5kg (possibly more) over the last couple of years.
I wasn’t originally planning either the crop swap open day (at a spring festival ‘celebration’ at one of our historical sites) or the quilting group meet, but one of the women who was going to be managing the stall had a partner who was down with flu and she was quarantining herself so she didn’t pass it on. So the woman she’d been rostered on with asked me to come along because she knew me and knew that I was thinking of coming along. So I gathered my stuff up and went.
I love the crop swap community that I’m a part of; you meet interesting people (mostly middle-aged women), and chat about gardening, get advice and tips, and share all kinds of food and harvested crops!
As is usual at these swaps, I ended up with far more than I gave…
And then Sunday afternoon was my quilting group’s monthly sit-and-sew, which I didn’t have to attend, but I needed the space to be able to cut up the yard-long bundles of an out-of-print fabric that had a brief reprint run, so in spite of being absolutely zonkered, I went and cut the bundles up and handed them out to the women who were there for the sewing day.
You’d think that this would be sufficient for my Sunday, right? Nope. Then I had church.
Still, in spite of my absolute exhaustion by 10pm Sunday night, it was a good weekend.
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