A quick trip to London. Partly a belated birthday present – will see Jude Law as Henry V – hurrah! As I have been in the slough of strange lurgy am hoping that I will be fighting travel ready.
Have returned home from the station – due to high winds all trains out of Waverly cancellec – I shall retire to bed until tomorrow…
I’ve decided to Officially Declare Hibernation Time
1. I shall reduce my hours at my work for money job
2. I shall spend a lot of time crocheting in my bear cave
3. I will emerge only for very festive occasions
4. I will have enough supplies (especially of coffee and milk) so if the weather is inclement I do not have to get my paws damp or cold
5. I have enough reading matter ( a visit to library is in order)
6. I will reconnect with people. This means supper parties when energy is high and when low starting to write to far flung friends.
7. Overall I will embrace S L O W living.
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Finally managed to get this picture of a granny square blanket I gave as a present to a friend over from dropbox. The really bright colours are tapestry skeins (Anchor mostly) the dullness of dk colours is a great bugbear of mine.
Regular readers of my blog might have noticed that I haven’t solicited signups for my newsletter (see sidebar) in many many months. I write a piece of analogue email (a postcard !) to each sign up. Indeed I often felt like the only thing between me and the Royal Mail’s profits as I wrote prolifically every week. Often up to 10 or or so postcards a week. Sometimes to a friend having a bad time, sometimes just some friendly mail to welcome someone home from a trip or piece of mail for someone living through grief. Marathon postcard writing is my thing. I once wrote a postcard a day for 6 months to a friend diagnosed with a brian tumour many thousands of miles away. I used to write 2 or 3 times a week to my grandmother Sylvia in Sydney Australia. She was not a silver surfing grannie though out childhood was punctuated by blue air letters she wrote from Johannesburg and her writing so familiar. My mother wrote back of course. in those days phone calls were a once a year event at that.
My grannie was cool – really cool. Stylish and an artist though unacknowledged. She produced, weaving, ceramics, knitting all to a very high standard while being married to a very social Highlands North doctor. Having her kids hide their friends on the run from the authorities in her house. She was elegant and well dressed. There possibly were good outcomes for me the slovenly and unsylish granddaughter living many many thousands of miles from her.
Earlier this year my dad phoned and said that my grannie had died. That very afternoon I’d taken a card of a drawing and written to my grandmother.
And from that moment on I became an ex writer. I would look at postcards in a gallery and NOT buy them – for in my head what was the point without my grandmother to write to? My postal communication to friends dwindled to nothing. I’m not sure in this digital age they even noticed. For 5 months I’ve hardly put pen to paper. And strangely writing like planning, or thinking on paper has stopped as well – as if the act of writing these small pieces of communication tapped something else at the same time. Other things have taken the place of writing instead i’m thinking in yarn, the results of which burst out of plastic bags all over my living room but its a different form of thinking and one which has a concrete outcome which I like for a change.
However there are stirrings. I’m thinking of offering Postal Joy again as I recon we all need something to connect us and keep us going through winter. Do sign up for the newsletter if you would like to be kept informed and get special newsletter discounts.
At the Glasgow School of Yarn I ordered a sushi roll for a shawl from Easyknit. Its a piece of machine knitted yarn (Bluefaced Leicester) which comes like this (see below) and is hand dyed. The pattern is by Olga Buraya-Kefelian -Aranimi.
Meanwhile I’ve been trying out new recipies – note left over dishes from supper party on table above. Walking and admiring the leaves in Edinburgh. Having my first haircut in 2 years. Appauled to discover that my hairdesser John had left hairdressing in the meanwhile.
On Monday Granny Greens Edinburgh craft group is going to have a session on crafting for charity at Central Hall. There will be plenty of tutors for crochet or knitting beginners if you have wanted to learn. Snacks will be provided. Granny Greens is looking for £2 donation to offset cost of room hire.
More commentary on the Carltongate development (which consists of the council selling off common land at a knockdown price for development with out a proper bidding proceedure) I think rather than commenting on land ownership rights.
“Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it’s true of everybody. Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.”
― James Baldwin