06 Thursday Sep 2018
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I’m guessing from the usual underwhelming number of poll participants that my readers A: don’t enjoy surveys and B: I still need to find a different way of financing my interests. Duly noted! 😁 😂 🙄
23 Monday Jul 2018
Posted in Chit Chat, Garden, Plant Dyeing, Show-and-tell, Thoughts
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close to home, country life, creativity, inner conviction, inspiration, intention, life, seasons, summer, weather
It hasn’t rained here in 3 months and has been unusually hot too, so most blooming things are over and done with if they have even survived. I’m glad I didn’t make a dye garden this year, as the cost of watering would have been massive.
20 Tuesday Mar 2018
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inner conviction, inspiration, intention, life, link love, relax
A very timely post on many levels, one of them being how I’m not really posting here at the moment.
I have been instagramming a bit, so you could always scoot over there to have a look, you can view and comment even on a PC.
Anyway, I recommend Sarah’s list on how to “go viral” (it may not be what you think it is). This was my favourite of her suggestions and wise words:
27 Wednesday Dec 2017
Posted in Chit Chat, Knitting, Painting, Thoughts, Yarn and Fiber
It’s a bone-cold, lazy (ie exhausted) indoorsy type of week with no social duties whatsoever, yay. I’m knitting a hat from an old handspun skein for no particular reason, G is finally updating my webserver and in return I’m rebuilding the website for his gun club.
It’s always fun to see how a handspun or handdyed yarn knits up, sometimes they need crochet or weaving to show off, other times they really seem to be their prettiest as a skein. I had some which were too small for the pattern, but if I like the fit, they may become headbands for my delicate ears.
I began writing a typical “status of the year” report, slept on it and decided I really couldn’t be bothered and had no profound learning experiences to impart.
24 Thursday Aug 2017
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art, autumn, creativity, inner conviction, life, Photography, rowan, work
“It is a silver morning like any other. I am at my desk. Then the phone rings, or someone raps at the door. I am deep in the machinery of my wits. Reluctantly I rise, I answer the phone or I open the door. And the thought which I had in hand, or almost in hand, is gone. Creative work needs solitude. It needs concentration, without interruptions. It needs the whole sky to fly in, and no eye watching until it comes to that certainty which it aspires to, but does not necessarily have at once. Privacy, then. A place apart — to pace, to chew pencils, to scribble and erase and scribble again.
24 Wednesday May 2017
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As we get older, we focus more on specialized knowledge than broader learning. A new paper argues that’s slowing us down.
Well, I may be deluding myself of course, but I feel every bit as sharp as I did 30 years ago. If I needed to learn a new language for example, I’d assume I could just go ahead and do so. How about you?
Source: How Thinking Like a Little Kid Can Keep You Sharp As You Age — Science of Us
17 Friday Mar 2017
02 Friday Dec 2016
Spinning chunky yarn on my Elizabeth has proven quite an ordeal, since I can’t get the ratio low enough and still make the wheel wind on the yarn, but my back is ready to give it another go for my little rug test project. And if the future I’ll have to figure that issue into yarn designs. Continue reading
28 Monday Nov 2016
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inner conviction, inspiration, intention, life, Painting, yarn
My recent back issue is pretty much resolved and back to its normal “slightly sore and stiff”, but of course my other physical issues want their rotational say in the matter, so I haven’t been very active this month. There’s always a transitional process going in the opposite direction too, first you have to get used to not making, against your will, then after intertia sets in you need to figure out how and where to begin again. (and sometimes why?) Continue reading
21 Friday Oct 2016
I’ve noticed another interesting tendency when it comes to drawing and doodling, but felt I was running out of space in my last post.
25 years ago without internet, when I doodled it was MY creatures and shapes, I thought they were funny and original. These days, because there are so many pretty things to ogle, I see my tastes run exactly the same course as everybody elses. I always loved for instance sunflowers and used to paint them. Well, the web is flooding with sunflower doodles, so I can no longer make them my own somehow. Continue reading
