An act of kindness to a stranger is a lost art. Recently, it’s something I spontaneously decided to do. By giving a jar of pickled onions to someone. Odd right. So how did this come around?
I don’t like pickled onions. At all. Seriously, I don’t know why anyone would. My dad would loved them, and so we would make them for him. He thought that they were pretty good because they were also made for him by his daughters. Pickled onions aren’t hard to make. I had an ex who loved them and so I made him some, because I wanted to see if I could, and why not make him something he’d enjoy right. Recently, when I was getting some work done in my bathrooms, the tiler mentioned he liked them, and the ones he was eating (straight out for the jar for his lunch that day) cost what he thought was a lot.
I don’t know why, but I thought you know what, I could make up some for him. It won’t cost much, and it won’t take long. And I was in a cooking mode, by doing some pickling it would mix things up. Plus, I would get to brush up my skills. It also gave me a chance to check in with my sisters about what recipe to use (Golden Wattle cook book wins again!).
When tears were running down my cheeks from peeling a kilo of pickling onions I did have a moment of why am I doing this? But when popping those little suckers into the jar, and jiggling them around to squeeze them in tight, there were a lot of reasons why, all of them good. And it was all reinforced when I gave the jar to the tiler, recipe written on the jar so he can make them in the future which he reckoned he would. He was very happy with the prospect of eating a kilo of pickled onions – in a month’s time! That’s why. There were no strings attached. I wasn’t hoping for anything, it was completely random. While my eyes stung with onion fumes, it was fun to see if I could still pickle onions, and to do it on a budget. If you’re going to pickle onions, especially for someone else, it becomes worth it as while I don’t like to eat them, the person receiving does, and it gives them a nice surprise. There’s something about pickled onions I never knew about! Those who like them love to get them as homemade gifts!
What act of kindness have you done when you might not have liked the gift but knew the person you were giving it to would?
I’ve been stuck on these two rows for about a week! I found a mistake, so frogged it, re-did the rows, made another mistake, frogged it again. Caught up. Another mistake! Frogged it.
Now I’m taking a break.
It’s a basic stitch, so something else must be going on here. I’m rather busy right now, so tired when I sit to crochet. While I want to crochet I don’t have the headspace for it. Frustrating on one hand, but so is re-doing the same two rows.
Sometimes you just got to step away from the creative project, breathe, have a break, then get back into it.
I look forward to getting back to crocheting this blanket…next week sometime.
Coffee time at the Royal Adelaide Show.
No writing. Just coffee time.
Purely time to ponder, daydream, and to let my thoughts wander at will. Though maybe it’s writing in my head which makes a nice change to writing with pen and paper or typing on the computer. Considering some of my books are set at the Show, sitting and soaking up the environment is all part of filling the creative well.
My well is now full.
I’m sitting on the inside/outside boundary of a cafe, on a sunny spring-is-almost-here day.
Plus I have a large coffee and a gorgeous journal.
You can’t see the heavy rain in the photo but it is one of those winters days.
A perfect day to think at a cafe and write.
My first crochet project free style (no pattern) and different yarn.
The creativity flowed strong for the making of this floor rug.
Never thought I’d get to the point where my skill set was good enough so try to make something without following a pattern. I’ve surprised myself!
Now onto the next project…
Feeling like I’m on track with this project now after I had to frog it, split the wool top, then begin again.
Going free style with no pattern or video to watch! It’s fun to experiment and try new approaches (and yarn, never thought of using unspun wool before!)
Can’t wait to see the final product!
While the yarn called me and I jumped into starting a new project yesterday, today I realised that I needed to have split the unspun wool.
So I undid what I’d eagerly had crocheted, and then split the yarn. At least I hadn’t gotten too far into the new project! Sometimes I can be too enthusiastic.
It’s reminded me that all new projects have learning curves. And you just got to ride the curve.
Perfect day to start another project…
Not that I should start another one, I really should finish a half completed project…
but you know the yarn spoke to me and I answered!
A picture says a thousand words!
My mug of full
Bubs bottle is empty
But there’s so much more going on in this photo! You can write your own story with it.