Bits and Pieces

My days, of late, have been preoccupied with giving vent to my creative impulses.  So I’ve been busy layouting scrapbook pages for a handful of albums, primarily those pertaining to my Paris adventure of February 2005.  I have officially uploaded over 50 layouts since the middle of July which is a LOT considering I’m just starting, and from the looks of it, it will be a constant project from hereon.

Over the weekend, I tried to sort through my storage space in the hall closet and found the thread guide for a long-delayed cross stitch project which I hope to finish in the coming 6 weeks.  Once done, I will frame that image of Our Lady of Perpetual Help and see it hung in the hallway.  

The days are getting much cooler after such a long, scorching summer.  One of my projects in the coming days is to start stowing my summer clothes and shoes and start preparing for the colder days of fall.  Not quite winter yet, but it’s getting there.

I can’t wait to take out a tubao scarf I have which my sister had gifted me during her last visit.  The weave is a pretty simple lavander design but I have always had a soft spot for tubaos.  The truth is, all my handkerchiefs are tubaos in various colors — I have a dozen of them  here — and I wouldn’t give that up for any of the fancy hankies you can buy in the department stores.  And my two clapotis-like scarves from Paris will do me well during this pre-winter weeks.  They aren’t fancy scarves but warm and unique — and bought in a solitary tiangge-like stall in a corner right in the heart of Paris.  Alan and I were walking to dinner that night and when it said 3 for 5 Euro, I couldn’t resist!  There was a whole mound of them all mixed up, so I waded in and made my pick!  Thinking back now, I should’ve gotten 6 instead of just 3. =(  

People are already wearing the thinner scarves as accents and to keep warm in the usually chilly mornings.  Soon the foliage will change and the landscape will be a carpet of red and oranges.  

Six years ago, I arrived in the thick of summer and saw my first autumn unfold in a very quiet community not too far from where we live now.  I used to gather fallen leaves to press between my magazines or thick books.  I then pasted them onto a cardboard frame which I have til now, the leaves now a crisp dry coating.  I had put them away when we moved but will now put them up again in my attic.  Handiworks of love.