It is Mother's Day in New Zealand today. My daughter (and husband) bought me some Lotto tickets and the Blu-Ray of Les Miserables. I even got breakfast in bed. My husband is also going to cook me a lovely salmon dinner tonight.
Now, however, we are in the midst of chaos. We decided to move things around in our house today. We have moved into our daughter's bedroom, our daughter has moved into ours, I am moving my craft room back into the spare bedroom and my husband is moving his computer gear back into the office. While it isn't exactly a Mother's Day activity I am pleased were are reshuffling things (again) to make the space work for us. It also means I can have a good tidy up and spring clean as we go.
While I was really happy with the little craft room I was in it was a bit too small. I just need to arrange for better lighting in the spare bedroom to make it a good crafting space. Also, my husband is a bit too noisy when playing his computer games to be up in the bedroom area at night.
While I was sorting I came across this lovely old postcard and I wanted to share it with you. With a few word changes it could relate to friendships formed from blogging.
I have kept and loved this postcard since I was a little girl. It was given to me by a lady who lived next door to us while I was growing up and her and her husband were just part of our family. They were very special. The postcard was sent to her by an overseas penfriend. I think the post-date reads 1938.
The author is Wilhelmina Stitch (1888-1936).
It reads:
"It's rather wonderful, I think, when friends are made - by pen and ink. A piece of paper, blue or white! Someone decides that she will write to one whom she has never seen, who lives where she has never been!
A pen becomes a magic wand! Two strangers start to correspond. Not strangers long, but soon good friends (just note how her last letter ends). How pleasant is exchange of views and comment on important news. Oh! one can talk of this and that and have the cosiest type of chat on paper (be it blue or white), providing that one's pen will write!
Two girls who live quite far apart can gladden much each other's heart; can nourish, too, each other's mind with letters sensible and kind. It's truly beautiful I think when friendship springs from pen and ink!"
