A Change Of Pace

In the past few days i have been inspired to have a change of pace, i have sewn 2 pillow slips for my lounge, and today i have taken the step of becoming aquainted with power tools. Yes i am raiding my husbands tool shed and robbing him of his masculinity. I am becoming empowered. Today i made some candle holders out of some scrap timber we had literaly lying around the house and i am ecstatic with the result, although i have not finished them yet as i have yet to paint them. But when i do i shall post a picture of them. I made 3 in total and my middle feral fairy helped a wee bit too. I have discovered a fantastic site in the name of Knock off wood and it makes me realize that while woodworking WAS a predominately male sector woman can make exquisite furniture and be proud that they are no longer afraid of those tools in the shed. Take a look see and who knows perhaps you will be inspired too. Anyhow that has also inspired me too to get back to the sewing machine and in a few minutes i shall be retreating into the domain that has not been used for some months and i shall be making a table runner to complement my my new candle holder that will sit on my dining table when it is finished.
On  a more sombre note tomorrow is ANZAC day and i hope that we all remember to think of those whom fought for our country to give us the freedom to live in peace and comfort. My grandfather fought in WWII and i am grateful to him and all the other service men and women for their contributions to our country, and i am especially proud of those whom are still serving now to keep us safe from the harm of terrorism, be they at home or overseas, and even if they are not ANZACS, they are still doing a great job. So tomorrow if you are at the dawn service or taking in any service stand tall and proud and thank those who laid done their lives for us.                                    

                                                           ODE TO THE ANZAC
They shall not grow old,
as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.

LEST WE FORGET.

ciao.