A labour of love

I saw this intriguing cover in the kitchen and asked Mrs TT what it was. Apparently, it was made by her grandmother and I marvelled at the amount of time in the effort that must have gone into making something so utilitarian. If I wanted to protect the fruit, I suppose I would just put a bowl over the top and not spend hours sewing on little weighted beads to a piece of crocheted material! Market shopping was followed by what was probably our last tennis lesson this summer.. Daniel was not at French conversation so it was left to me to manage things. There were just four of us, but it was particularly useful for those with less conversational skills as some people find him difficult to understand when he is in full flow!