Eartha is my latest Spirit doll. She embodies the Earth element and is timely ready for the International Rebellion, that Extinction Rebellion has started today in London.
I knitted her with local yarn, grown by sheep who graze freely in and round Ashdown Forest, hand-dyed by me using chaga mushroom.
Her dress is made out of handspun Nettle yarn. Her hair is made out of hemp, her flowers are knitted with some bits of scrap yarn given by my mum years ago.
She embodies Sacred Activism, through reconnecting with the Earth, Nature – including all her inhabitants – and her sustainable, local, natural resources which are freely available to us.
Sometimes beauty can be found in very unlikely places… Like a contaminated junk yard in South East London…
I knitted a new doll last week and I went on an explorative journey.
I could write about every step of the process, but I feel like that would probably be boring. I found it very therapeutic, in a self-reflective way.
Autumn is slowly drawing to a close, with the winter solstice around the corner.
Our walks are getting more wet and muddy. The sky displays gorgeous and ever changing artwork reflecting the light of the sun, hiding somewhere behind the clouds…
A couple of months ago, I finished this jumper for Jo, a lovely and talented lady who plays the accordion :
As Boy and I biked through the town this morning, we discovered that our town had been yarn bombed today…
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!
As you are about to put the Christmas tree away and remove all traces of any festive season activities, before you recycle all these Christmas cards, WAIT! and read on…
Well it’s Autumn. I have a real fondness for Autumn. I tend to wrap things up in Autumn. For me it’s a time when things just come together, when all of my ideas and ‘works in progress’ come to fruition.
This last week saw a couple of important milestones for me.
Hello my dear friends,
I hope you are all well and that you all enjoyed Spring, Summer and the Autumn Equinox, wherever you are!
Here life is like the tide. In and out. Gentle rolling waves. Storms. Winds. Then deep, blue and calm again. My thoughts and ideas are like seagulls. Sometimes they blend in the scenery, with just a few passing comments. Sometimes they shout too loud or steal my chips.