Elfriede Shawl from the latest issue of Laine magazine. I have two other sweater marked down to make from this issue alone, but whilst I was waiting for my yarn to arrive I cast (casted?) on for this shawl and … well the rest is history. Yes, yarn from the stash, from the stash. From …
I discovered this poem through my college work… I’m fascinated by Helen Thomas, the wife of the poet Edward Thomas and I’m reading all that she has written and that was written about her. In the morning I’m heading to the University archive to read some of her actual letters. There is something so special …
The new tree has arrived. I had never had to return a Christmas tree before now… it seems somehow wrong and a symbol of what’s wrong in society today… I mean, seriously? Is a tree really that important? Are we looking for perfection in all the wrong places? Shouldn’t we fight injustices instead of striving …
“Oops she did again…” Last night I had a gorgeous night in the company of lovely women making Christmas Wreaths. Yeah I know… you just can’t have too many, I don’t care what you say. There green branches everywhere… First we had a lesson, which made me realise that the old ‘glue gun manoeuvre’ is …
Leisure (by William Henry Davies) What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams …
They did it their magnificent way… My tree is arriving today. Can’t wait. I might be the only one here… I live with a bunch of Scrooges, didn’t you know?
Everything Under by Daisy Johnson You have to understand that for me to stick to the ’48 books challenge’ has been extremely difficult. Rewarding and interesting… but difficult. That’s one thing, the other thing is that ‘rules are meant to be broken’, right? Not all the time and not all the rules… but a little …
Ode (by Arthur O’Shaughnessy) We are the music-makers,And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakersAnd sitting by desolate streams;World losers and world forsakers,On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakersOf the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless dittiesWe build up the world’s great cities.And out of a …
It’s fair to say I love a door wreath. Christmas is a special time of the year for doors too, not just people and I try making one every year, it’s rare that I see one I really love, a few years ago I bought a giant live/gree one from Daylesford which was just divine… …
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