Static

Such a little word: Static. Carrying such a weight. Anchoring. Burying. Nailed. Sitting still but unbalanced. Doing nothing but offering up a shock if disturbed. Static. White noise obscuring the truth. A life without movement, experience, adventure That’s the real hair raiser.

Drip

My glass is neither half empty or full It’s brimming and right at its limit My challenge each day Despite what you say Is to pack life and love in each minute. How can I rest When my boy’s made the best Lego building the worlds ever seen? When his brother has just jumped in…

The cats meow – or, how I made a quilt

I am a great aunt. Not a ‘brilliant, super funny, laugh a minute’ great aunt, but a blade mantilla, pince nez, bath chair type of great aunt. And yesterday was my great neice’s first birthday. Now tHe first rule of quilters is ‘every baby needs a quilt’ and while a little tardy, I rose to…

Stop

I’m running busy at the moment hence my silence. I’m planning a proper post soon but in the meantime here’s a quick idea for a doorstop….use those books you love but know you’ll never get round to reading…make a pretty pile, tie together with appropriate ribbon, twine, rope…whatever works for you. Ta-dah!!! Less than five…

Forget me not

The trousers’ crease is sharp It won’t last I know But I watch him swing his new pants As I have to let him go Day one for Little One…

Dropped

I am a bad mother at times. Well, we all are aren’t we? Aren’t we? Anyway, I stayed out far too late on Friday  night and so to make up for being less than lively next morning I made Drop Scones from the wonderful Be-Ro book, my childhood baking bible introduced to me by my grandma….