Stitch This

  • Not drowning but camping

    I have always said that boats are just like caravans on water – you sleep on folding beds, you have shower blocks at the marina, you cook on a little gas oven, you get a terrible nights sleep. But, ironically, if it rains you DON’T GRT WET. result. So, last night we took the boys…

  • Not mushroom in here

    Like it? I can’t take the credit, my mum used to make these little toadstools. Half a boiled egg, hollowed out half a tomato popped on top. Spots of mayo. Shazam!!

  • I’m ready for my close up…

    I was going to post about the craft stall, tell some homey tales, try to raise a smile, a glow. But to be honest this blog has never been softly softly. The Parkinson’s I live with can’t be driven away in a flurry of polka dots. Believe me, I know. So I’ll give you the…

  • Needled

    Threads are fine and thin Strands to stitch us together To knit To join They can dwindle and fray Tension Taut Torn Snap There’s often no warning It just happens Like that Like this And here we are Looking at the edges At what could have been What might have been ripped away Cliches are…

  • 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…