Tangled

So, since my last post I have had my first proper operation, a full foot reconstruction.  Oh you know I don’t do things by halves! I had the operation on 24 May and today is the first time I have felt like picking  up keyboard and writing about it. To say it has been hard would…

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…

Granny chick

I scored a bargain this weekend with a copy of ‘granny chic ‘ by dottie angel and ted&agnes, bloggers extraordinaire. Reader, get thee to the bookshop if you love Liberty prints, doilies or antimacassars (score double if you know why they are called antimacassars). There are some quietly lovely ideas here. Some I’ve done myself…

Berry good

To Cambridge, and the longstanding strawberry fair. Glad to see knitting was well represented and strawberry yarnbomb activity was noted and smiled upon. H. Want some photos?

Blockhead

Have you ever experienced the urge To create a poetic, titanic, splurge Of emotion and passion Of great clarity That moves all your readers And speaks to the soul. But then you set paper to pen (Or these days your laptop opens) And instead of a torrent A trickle comes forth Your words remain twisted…

Saved

  Tick   Tock   What time o’clock   I really should be asleep   But then I remember I’ve missed a key app   Not followed on twitter   Not loaded my shop   I’m bleary and sleepy but I carry on   Lit up by the back screen   And powered on and…

Violet verse

Forgive me the vanity of publishing my verse. I’m enjoying writing it so much. Sorry! This is somewhat gloomy, I admit, but it’s meant to be. About the impact anger has in ones circle, I wrote this today. What do you think?? Herding cats Is there a well of anger A source that bubbles up…

Holes

Holes were today’s theme. One appeared in our hall floor this morning. How kind of it to drop in. Other Half soon saw it off with the help of some plywood and a hammer. The other hole is less tangible but harder to mend. Elders best friend moved to a new school today. Best friend…

Homeward bound…

A day of mixed emotions here. I hope your day was clearer. On the one hand I have had a mentally stimulating day, discussing and learning about the latest technical developments in my chosen field. The course was in a very chi chi hotel in Big London so this morning found me Paddington bound on…

Salt and pepper

I’ve  not been too vocal recently. Things have been packed chez Stitch, with little space for tippy tapping. I swear the hours in the day are reducing as the boys are growing. I’m writing this in bed, in the blessed silence of a sleeping house. Soon activity will make it hum and buzz but right…