In the school holidays the weather was rainy and so me and Amy and Toby mostly played indoors. We bounced on the bed, drew pictures and baked nice cakes. When the sun came out we went to the park. Gran & Grandad came for a visit and we had our lunch in the garden. We had fun and we laughed. Then we were sad because we caught colds. We had snotty noses and coughs and felt grumpy and ill. We stayed in our pyjamas all day and watched films and blew our noses lots and lots. I like school holidays but I like school time too because you can relax lots when your children are at school and you have time to do your most favourite and best things like knitting and reading. You can also blow your nose in peace and have all the tissues to yourself. I am glad school has started again.
On a more grown-up and serious note, I will be having a quiet day of reflection today and remembering my Gangan who died a year ago today by starting on the memory patch for my snuggly blanket. I have never hand stitched letters before so I do hope I can do it justice as she was quite a seamstress.
little cotton rabbits 
Good luck with your stitchery.
Kind regards,
Sonnja & Beertje Zonn
from the Netherlands
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Oh Julie, you did make me laugh with “what I did on my holidays”
Enjoy your sewing
April xx
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Hi Julie!
Love your story about your school holiday adventures!
Take care,
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You’re so funny!
I remember your post about Gangang. I can’t believe a year has gone by.. Take care!
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Ah yes, the back to school essay. Am I the only mother who primes their child to remember all the worthy and educational activities that went on this week? Otherwise we get – I had a great holiday because we went to McDonalds and watched LOADS of telly. Both of which are true, but not the entire picture (honest).
Enjoy your stitching – what a wonderful way to honour her memory.
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Oh yes, much as I adore them, the relief at kicking them all out this morning was immense!!! Have a lovely, relaxing knit!
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I can’t believe it has been a year.
Please post a picture of your finished patch. I know it will be beautiful and perhaps it will help me get started making one for my Mum and Dad.
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Good luck with the stitching – I’m glad you have some peace and quiet to do it! Mine are on an inset day so it is very loud here.
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What a lovely way to spend the day thinking about your Gangan – sending you hugs, Lucy x
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Stitched with love, Gangan would love every stitch.
x
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Why is it that colds always turn up in the holidays?
I’m looking forward to seeing your embroidery, what a lovely idea.
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Hi Julie,
I was wondering where you were! In Australia we don’t have school holidays at the moment. I know you like to take a break from blogging when you have the kids. I hope you found some peace and quiet to do justice to your memory patch. My grandmother was a fantastic ‘stitcher’ too. Only she could knit and I was too young to realise how important it was for me to take the time to learn her craft from her – Jen
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Ah yes, school holidays are nice. But it can be even nicer when they go back lol 😉 Mine are now off for the entire summer break here, oh no.
I love my “Nannie”(that’s what we call our grandmother) like you loved your Gangan. Plus I was doubly blessed to have been very close also to my great grandmother when I was a little girl. Grandmother’s are special!
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Top of the class! What beautiful doll’s clothes your Gangan made. Arent Granny’s the best at knitting and sewing?
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Oh I do know what you mean. I love when they go back to school, no matter how lovely our time together. I think you’ll make your Gangan proud based on what I’ve seen of your talent.
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Such a cute post, I giggled when I read it. I hope your patch goes well, what a meaningful and beautiful way to remember a loved one.
Dy
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Very good essay, *** well done
😉
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Ah Julie, these anniversaries are difficult, but at the same time very comforting. Your way of marking her memory is beautiful. In our family we usually plant something. Mum planted a tree for the birth of both my children. When I bought and planted a wisteria (which takes 7 years to flower) Mum said ‘remember me when that flowers’ during her struggle with terminal cancer. Last week, I noticed it’s about to flower after only 4 years since it was planted, and 2 years since Mum said those words. It’s new growth and beauty strikes a cord of the cycle of life and death, the end of some things, the beginning of others xxx
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