I continue to plug away at my 1840's rug.
I've got the four animals hooked, the centre done, and the "1840"
and leaf motifs finished.
I am hoping that the fence, on either side of the centre,
and a couple errant flowers in each quarter will balance out
the fact that the animals aren't huge.
I don't want too much background "empty" spaces.
New kitten, Reggie, is not a helper.
When I begin hooking he nudges under my arms
and gets atop my frame where he promptly falls asleep.
Being the sook I am, I cannot bear to move him
and so we sit and sit and sit.
But the rug is making progress.
I am torn up over these small local businesses that are gasping for air.
I arranged to pick up my favorite soaps from a local seller.
She left them on her porch for me, along with a generous discount.
Rustik Soaps are, hands down, the most gentle and lovely
on my skin of any soap I've tried.
The maker, Kate, lives here in Canada and ships for free
if your purchase is over $40.
My other plug is for local clothing store, Eloise, Ltd.
Eloise's has the most lovely selection of seasonal clothing.
And my husband has started taking delivery from a local coffee roaster
who also brings bread to the door.
Methinks next time we will skip the bread as we both
over-gorged on it.
You have local stores to aid as well.
What will happen when the isolation period ends and
these businesses try to re-open?
I shudder to think.
But any purchases made from them now helps.
My own business, decluttering for seniors, has been put on hold too,
but my partner makes enough that we don't need to worry.
So we worry about everyone else.
When I'm clear headed enough, I turn the worry
Love your neighbours...
I have seen so many examples of this worldwide that I am encouraged.