As in – how to comfort a cold – not a nasty lack of comfort. Though I do adore Stella Gibbons novel Cold Comfort Farm and its BBC film adaptation – mmmm … I might go and put it on.
I have a cold – you know how this dirge goes (please feel free to sing along if you are a co-sufferer) …
by doze is runny,
by throat is sore, [ thank heavens for left over rhubarb crumble ]
by legs are aching, [ thank heavens for flannel skirts and spotty socks ]
by eyes are watering,
woe is me.
So to comfort me, I plonked a toasty puppy on my lap, some stitching in my hand … oh and before this, put some bread on to bake. Give “by doze” something nice to do, i.e. smell the warm yumminess.
The flies hovering around the kitchen led me to ponder, like great women before me, the necessity – and prettiness – of a homemade bread bag to store the homemade bread, keep it fresh a wee bit longer, and give me silly happy thoughts each time I look at this arki-item. [ go on, click on it, it’s really cool! ] Jennifer knows what I mean!
But “by doze is runny” so options were kept very simple. A wee strip of patchwork for above and below a wee strip of truly, madly, deeply gorgeous Japanese fabric I bought last week from Amitie. An Ikea teatowel, trimmed to fit the patchwork band. And because I couldn’t bear the thought of coping with drawstrings or bending over to locate matching cotton, a tie with buttons to finish the ends and a button to hold it on.
[ clearly it took me longer to find and sew on buttons than it would have to thread the machine, but, you know, “by doze is runny”. ]
Now, all that’s left is to put the bread away. After I’ve eaten another piece. With apricot jam this time.