I continued decorating the house yesterday. The old nativity scene had seen better days. The angel wings were broken, baby Jesus had lost an arm and after 25 years of good service I had to replace it with a new set. I hope I'm around in 25 years to retire this one.
We took a drive up to the Sunshine Coast to buy some fabric. I would like a new dress for the Xmas party. I found just what I wanted, now I have to make it.
I also found some Moda fabric that shouted, "buy me, buy me! You need me for a new quilt!"
We stopped at the Surf Life Saver's Club for lunch and the view over the surf is always good.
On closer inspection I realised that they were memorials to past service people who had fought for our country. Right back to the Boar War in South Africa, when Australia was still and English Colony. (Will you ever forget that movie Breaker Morant? )
Not only our men folk but there were memorials to our service women
as well. I am always moved when I come across these memorials, at the
beach, in the outback, in some small town, in the city. They might be
a stand of trees, or a statue, or old faded photos in the hall of some
country pub.
