Thrift is such a lovely word to say -thrrr -i- fff- tt.
Such a wonderful meaning too -the quality of being careful and not wasting money or other resources. I'm all for thrift. I also think it is perfectly possible to be extravagant and thrifty at the same time. For example I spent £6 on two bunches of asparagus at the farm shop (I also spent 44p on 2 kg of spuds). The bunches weighed about 300g each. Luckily my children don't like asparagus so Charlie and I had a bunch each. Because they had cost so much I wasn't about to throw away the woody ends of the asparagus spears.
You can make soup with them, but I felt they were too woody for that. Time to defrost the roast chicken carcass I had in the freezer and make some stock.
We had a simple fruit salad last night made from tinned fruit and grapes. I saved the juice from the tins. There was just enough to make four lollies. Stashed in the freezer to wait for a sunny day.
Then there was a bit of mending to do. I do a lot of mending. George is the worst offender, but these are Tom's trousers. He didn't want a patch so I put a piece of fabric behind the hole and attempted to stitch the loose threads down onto it. It was more about containing the hole rather than repairing it. Not a completely free repair either. I had to buy matching thread. 'Wear your knee-pads next time you decide to skateboard in your favourite trousers Tom'.
And then are my thrifty flowers from the garden, quite a few of which are actually weeds.
These are bleeding hearts or dicentra spectabilis. I always refer to them as bleedin' 'earts.
A parrot tulip, some pink campions, for-get-me-nots, pulmonaria and meadowsweet.