Simple things to pass the hours.

I decided to make some new oven gloves yesterday afternoon, which duly got used during cooking the evening meal. I had an old worn towel, and some sheeting I wouldn't use, so I had a go at copying the ones I had. They were realy old and worn through. They don't look very professional though. Very scruffy for me. Still they do the job. My Husband was realy quite taken with them! He does most of the cooking because he likes to, and he thought it was a nice thing for me to make for him!

Due to the sucess of this trial run, I might make a couple of single mits. I may even bother to make them better, now that I know the snags of getting a rather thick layer through my sewing machine. Simple things to do, please a simple mind like mine.

We are planning the funeral for Aunty with the minister this afternoon. The days seem empty, but pass quickly. There is a kind of limbo between death and burial for the mourners. My Husband wanted to read that thing I linked to about those born before 1940. However every time He speaks about doing it He fills up. I told Him this was not His element of the service to do, Perhaps if He wanted to do the Bible reading He would be able to. A funeral for a close member of family is a place to be a mourner. There is no shame in allowing others to minister to us on this day.