Some small things that make me who I am…

Sometimes it’s the things you do while standing still that make up who you are.”

– Marcie Chambers Cuff, mossymossy.com

The flat tyre on my car still didn’t get changed, but today I got around to darn two of Boy’s hand-knitted socks.

Oh and I finished a sock that I started on the 07th of February, according to my knitting notebook…

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Marabout – Bouts de ficelle…

I grew up in France, singing a nursery rhyme which is about three little cats. Kind of.

The song is a succession of words that blend with one another (this style is called, I think Dorica Castra) as the last syllable of the last word sounds like the first syllable of the following word…

So it starts with three little cats and then goes on about a straw hat, a door mat, a sleepwalker… and carries on ’round the houses’ until it gets to the pieces of string – “bouts de ficelle”.

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The Chronicles Of Yarnia…

“When you are knittings socks and sweaters and scarves, you aren’t just knitting.  You are assigning a value to human effort. You are holding back time. You are preserving the simple unchanging act of handwork.”

– Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit’s End.

My soul often has the urge to go wandering in nature. To feed on the sights of the valleys and woodlands that form Ashdown Forest. The peaceful sounds of the streams running free, the grounding presence of the trees, the smell of gorse flowers, the touch of moss, the shades of wet leaves, the sight of all the wild animals…

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