Progress

Dear reader, no sooner had one finished a garment than thoughts of others were soon to be seen drifting through one's head. Thus found me, the very next day, cutting out not one, but two dresses in preparation for a little light crafting.  My dears, those skills which one had so diligently learnt were put to the test, but one has been taught well and no calamities ensued. This evening, after cleaning away one's decorating ensemble, the trusty sewing machine was bought forth. Dear souls, just three hours later all that was left to do was the hem of a summer dress, designed to keep one cool. I am uncertain who is more delighted, my dear seamstress friend who taught me or myself. Oh dear me, this is such a delightful pastime, the possibilities are endless. 

The painting continues, and will continue a while yet before 'tis complete, but one can already see the effect. T'will mean some furniture chess to ensure all rooms are undertaken, especially to have new floor coverings laid, but ''tis a small price to pay to have the upper floor of our home as has been long envisaged. Alas, one's home is rather like the fourth bridge, no sooner than you have completed, than you are required to start again. Thankfully, as the male guardian and I tend towards the classic items, new furniture is not required and one has long been able to produce curtains and blinds.

Our dear neighbour, who adjoins our land, has returned the front boundary to its original status and taken down a rather large, unruly and somewhat unsightly hedge planted by a predecessor. It's removal has opened up the view as ''twas originally built and oh, the difference 'tas made. 
The garden is blooming with blooms abound; the roses are glorious, acquilegia are everywhere with the hydrangeas preparing for the supporting act. Oh, how I do love a English country garden, especially one that we can now appreciate from every room.