Yesterday evening I made a start on sorting out a large 'treasure box' of my mother's that I had brought down from the loft. It contained lots of old jewellery, mostly broken, some of which I will keep for future projects while a few pieces can go on eBay and if they don't sell I'll give them to a charity shop. This morning I sorted through the many pieces of antique or at least vintage cutlery. Most of it was silver plated so I took all of those to the Oxfam shop today. They have specialists who can pick out anything of value. I kept back a few items either because they are hall marked silver or because I liked them. The 2 tiny knives are only 5 inches long and 2 of the small forks have shell handles. I often cut up fruit and then use a fork and these will be nicer than a standard fork.
We had a few heavy showers today including one just before afternoon play so I let my class carry on telling family stories about when they or their parents were little. (This was to introduce the fact that stories don't have to come from books and can tell us about events in the past.) One child's dad used to feed smarties to the mice that lived behind a radiator while Granny and Granddad thought he was talking to an imaginary friend. Another child's dad would go to bed in all his football clothes. I shan't be looking at the parents in the same way again.
After work the rain held off so I was able to go into town to post some parcels and visit the bank. I also bought a vest top in Primark. I got the largest size and will take in the arm holes so that it will be more like a tunic top.
On my way home I had to stop to let Mr Lewis' cows across the road. I can see that he has now got some Guernsey or Guernsey cross cows. I get uncomfortable watching dairy cows because of the way they have been bred to carry very little muscle. Their hip bones stick out like the proverbial coat racks and every rib is clearly visible. They almost look like animals from a drought or famine area though presumably they must be healthy or they wouldn't produce milk. (This is a general comment on the breeding of dairy cattle not on the farmers.) At least they get to spend most of the year out in the fields.
2 comments:
Love your treasure chest. Over the years, I've given my daughter my mother's jewelry some real some costume each a treasure. I loved the Guernsey cows. My Uncle Arthur had Guernsey's and we sure loved the cream.
Nice that you have some 'treasures' from your mom. : )
Must be different kind of dairy cows that I see around here because they are huge and not skinny.
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