This morning, I’ve been knitting the head of a small toy mouse. I’ve done a 45-minute workout, following a “Circuit” my trainer sent me electronically, and I’ve got a bowl of sourdough autolysing in the…
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Like many of you these days, from what I read, I’m regularly confronting a hurdle (which occasionally takes on the imaginary proportions of a very tall, very solid wall) of anxiety or sadness verging on…
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You might be surprised to know that even after 13 years of blogging, I can be paralysed here at the keyboard. It’s not “writer’s block” in the sense of having nothing to say. Rather, while…
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Some of you may remember that I took a class in Sashiko Stitchinga few years ago and then a few months later played around with mending some sweaters using this technique. Since then, I’ve become…
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I was halfway through a post about the lead-up — the Advent — to this Christmas, this holiday season in which Covid-19 has toppled all our expectations. . . I’d included some laments but moved…
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