Patchworkers, ladies who sew and other competent domestic types ( Read more... )

 Hello, world. Happy new year. Have not come up with the right words to wish you things beyond that but perhaps wishing is better if people do it for themselves ( Read more... )

I've been given lots of lovely wool for knitting with. Following Nicola's fine example I think I will take the plunge into Fair Isle with it, for it is in lots of super colours. It didn't come with labels but I think it's probably entirely or mostly actual wool. It feels a bit tough and scratchy and thus I'm worried that the gloves I make with it ( Read more... )

Dear world: please advise as to whether or not I want to buy that house. We've hit one of the many "shall we just walk away now?" points ...

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha ( Read more... )

Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, the Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem-star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas day.

I found a story on the train. Such a time, such a character, with sad and scary and anger and glory; and now I'm terrified at the idea of writing something that isn't frivolous or funny.

 Also, would anyone like a quiz thing about books?  It is being sold in aid of my handbells (they're not mine, but you know what I mean) in The Country and I have bought a job lot of them to give to any interested parties.  There is a prize for being The Best and also a lucky number prize, in addition to the feeling of cleverness you get from ( Read more... )

I missed the post-now-for-National-Poetry-Day things, but I love that today my flist is full of poetry. I'm not spending time searching for something perfect to give you (a lifetime's task) but I love the chance to give this an airing. It is glorious spoken out loud and it calms me down when I'm angry:

War Song of the Saracens, by James Elroy ( Read more... )

 I'm getting married in the morning.

I still haven't packed properly, but I think I've done everything else.  And most of it doesn't matter anyway.

Weird how in the flurry this week of confirming numbers and times, and wrapping things and learning to walk in the fabulous shoes, and so on, it has all become A Thing.  The real meaningful stuff is still ( Read more... )