I am not sure it is being housebound or my brain fog, but when the days all look the same I often cannot remember what day it is or when something happened. And then there are incidents that I cannot recall if I did or didn’t do something specific. On top of that, thinking I was hearing sounds (imaginative or not) I got really uncomfortable. And that was when Bob turned up. Continue reading
The Obsessive Dyer
It has been slightly more than two months since natural dyeing in general and solar dyeing in particular piqued my interest, but already I am turning into a maniac. Continue reading →
The Guilty Dyer
My partner has been complaining about the freezer being filled to the brim with petals of the rhododendron (collected by me after he pruned it), columbines, and from the pansies not only the petals – the stems and leaves as well, since I started a new hobby.
But the guilt I experience because of my solar dyeing has nothing to do with him. What I am afraid of is ruining resources for bees and butterflies in our garden. And we all know these lovely creatures can use all the help they can get. Continue reading →
The Ill-mannered Patient
Last month I was ill for exactly thirteen years. Involuntarily, I spent most of that time indoors and I developed some rather unusual habits. Continue reading →
iManor – knit your own nest box
Last weekend, a new (my 25th to be precise!) knitting pattern for bird’s nest boxes iManor was published at Knotions. Continue reading →
The Guilty Knitter
I had never thought I would see the day, but here I am… knitting egg cozies.
‘Knitting egg cozies is not what I meant to do when I studied at the University of the Arts,’ I murmur while I am struggling with the haircut of a tiny pompom.
‘Yeah well, I was not meant to be an egg cozy,’ yells my leftover sock yarn, making me raise my eyebrows. I guess I am not the only one suspecting egg cozies to be on the lowest rung of the proverbial ladder when it comes to knitting. Continue reading →
Second Slipper Syndrome
You can say a lot of things about me, but suspecting me of second sock syndrome is not one of them. That is what it is called if knitting a second, in most cases an identical, sock to form a pair is too much. For some knitters this is so boring, they end up with several, lonely, single socks. Imagine the heartbreak in that. Continue reading →
Transitioning
On the first day of last year I had a close encounter with a lovely wren. It sat on a branch in our front garden very close to the window from which I could spy on it through the half-closed blinds. That tiny creature was a mere two feet away from me!
The second day I was treated to a chicken sitting on the windowsill. And with that 2017 got off with a flying start. Continue reading →
Hello my lovely
So there you go: writing another letter to yourself. In this case as part of the MOOC (online course) De-Mystifying Mindfulness you started a few weeks ago.
In the past three years you enrolled in at least a dozen online courses, but this is only the third you completed. Well done, you! I bet you never expected to make it this far, let alone complete all quizzes, write some articles plus this letter. Continue reading →
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Mind the toe
‘Mind the toe,’ I told my partner several times a day after my toenail was surgically removed. I told him this so often, if he was given a euro for every time I warned him not to accidentally bump into me, he would have been loaded. That pile of money would have been enough to buy me a bouquet and a get-well-soon-dear-toe card. Continue reading →