The children danced to old songs played on my father's Wurlitzer and then retired to watch Judy Garland in the Wizard of Oz...while I went to work on the project that my father has set me in preparation for his 60th birthday, involving the compiling of certain photographs. So as the others followed the yellow brick road, I waded back in time through boxes and boxes of old photos...which left me feeling unexpectedly time-warped and odd.
But, amongst others, I did find this lovely photo of my sister making lace at our old next-door-neighbour's house. Audrey taught my sister lace making when she was seven or eight...and I think she even tried to teach me at one point too. How lovely it was to be reminded of her bobbins and the beads that she decorated them with, and the sounds of clicketty-clacking that accompanied Audrey's own lace making as she confidently skipped them over one another.
I hope you all had lovely Easter celebrations.
And thank you so much for all the lovely, encouraging comments that you left for me on my last post - such kindness. x