Family – stitch this

Flip

So massive changes continue chez stitch. I won’t go into detail for the sake of other people and also because I am quite frankly so bore, battered and bruised by it all its unreal. But, this process is making me re-evaluate and question so many of my long held practices and behaviours, it must be…

Together

It is fair to say that a binary style is a more Familia system to me. I have not lived alone in years… I mean decades. And the biggest challenge I find is coordination. Not only my physical actions (let’s face it, with Parkinson that was always going to be an issue!). No, I mean…

Revamp

It's October, the air is crispier and so is my life. Stitch Towers is under new management (mine) and life is both challenging and stimulating. I am middle aged, I admit it, but I have never had to fend for myself until now. It's not a barrel of laughs but I'm not drowning quite yet….

Now

I have a confession to make, I have another love in my life. I have been working on another venture and this weekend it took flight. I am now the founder of an arts space here in Stitchopolis. Can you believe it?? Check it out here. Hope you like!

Folding

Today I folded paper and My son dictated the design. He chose my folds, the way I turned The paper, here then there. I find the folding soothes the soul I love to concentrate To focus is to forget – i find It helps me lose the thread. I like to let my mind unwind…

on being counted

ok, how are we all today? the last day of 2016, a strange and momentous year in so many ways. I am mulling over the implications of the macro political and economic shifts, really I am, but lets face it, that’s a bit too high brow for my normal posts isn’t it? But I have…

Anthropology three: world traveller

Now, did I remember my socks, The ones that will save my life. The ones that I went and bought specially. With the elastic that cuts like a knife I know I shouldn’t be fretting, The things won’t fit in my bag but when you are a World traveler there’s more on your mind then…

Anthropology 1 : SAHM

I am a member of a tribe, a group, a pack, a flock. We move together, twice a day Split shifts, there and back. And in between we cook and clean And keep our houses neat And then to kill the time to three We might go sweep the street. Not meet, For coffee, Oh…

Conkers

Well, it’s the end of the summer holidays, my boys are back at school on Monday. We schlepped home up the motorway dragging the detritus of beach living, sandy shoes, smelly towels. My arms are tanned, my feet sandal-striped. My boys are back in the town they have grown up in, the sea gulls far…

Calm : Storm

It’s quiet chez Stitich tonight. Boys in bed. OH out. Me, wrapped up in a quilt on the sofa, tippy typing. No telly. Just the sound of Lego coming from Elder’s eyrie. The calmness that will shatter tomorrow because it’s CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Younger has been a human alarm clock each morning, counting down the days…