Life is not a Sunday garment. You wear it every day and it looks it. Threads come loose, unravel, get plucked out. Holes torn and burned through carelessness or accident are darned sometimes inexpertly. The fabric is discolored here and there with blood, sweat and tears: stains that won't wash out. Not everything matches. Not everything fits. The cloth is patched and mended, threadbare but familiar and dear through use. We do not choose the fabric, but as the saying has it, you must cut your coat according to your cloth.
Some choices we make carefully, some hastily; some are thrust upon us; some we make without knowing it or knowing that we even have a choice. They all add up to make us what we are. Measure twice, cut once.
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Hello hope you are all well we had some snow showers today and its really cold Ive enjoyed looking at all the photos on the Blog it was so nice having you all here
Love to all Gran xxxxx
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