I Am A Star

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

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Irish Hiking Scarf knitalong: Is it better to have loved and lost?

Irish Hiking Scarf knitalong: Is it better to have loved and lost?

I Need A Holiday

Getting toward the end of September every year I start to feel like my batteries are going flat. Maybe it's the change of season, spring is supposed to be an energising time when we feel like doing spring cleaning, but I don't. I wonder if those morning type people feel invigorated in Spring. Nevertheless, I have signed up for a new personal trainer at the gym, my previous one changed gyms. I haven't had a session with the new trainer yet but she phoned me a few days ago and said " I didn't see you in the abs class today". Well, feeling intimidated, as one does, I said I will be in the Friday morning class. When I looked up the class time I found that it was 7.30am. I normally get up between 8.00 and 8.30am and only then because one of my daughters phones me wanting to come over for coffee, or the one who lives next-door asks me to mind my grandson while she has a shower. I thought Ok, I will get to that class, start getting into shape for summer ( I am over 50, overweight and overwhelmed ) BUT last night, the eve of the early morning Abs class, I stayed up till sometime after midnight knitting and watching Star Trek TNG dvds. So before I turned the light out I changed the alarm from 6.30am back to 8.30am I really like the gym, I like doing the Abs class( at 11.30am) but I am just not a morning person.

Patches and Threads

I love patches of colour. I have always made patchwork things from fabric, rugs, mats, clothes. I have also knitted or crotcheted patchwok blankets in the past, although they turned out rather well, they were always uniform with the same all over pattern. But I have just finished this little rug for my beautiful little grandson. It is made from leftovers and scraps, all of them wool or wool blends. Most of the yarns are 8ply but some are 12ply. I decided to experiment with lots of different stitches and patterns and textures, some I had never tried before. Some patches worked, some didn't, but in the context of the patchwork it didn't matter. The pic doesn't show all the stitches, but the textures are different across the blanket, including among others,cable, popcorn and moss stitches
Instead of making squares and joining them all together, I made strips, changing wool and pattern every 15cms, so I only had half the sewing to do in joining the strips together instead of all the squares. I finished the blanket off with three rows of double crotchet. I'm really happy with it, I asked my grandson which patch he liked the best and he waved his little hand over the rug and said
" Luca like all those". It was so worth the effort.

You can see the last two strips haven't been blocked yet

wishy washy words

I read a poem today that I wrote for my mum, 28 years ago. I was living in Canada at the time and hadn't seen my family for several years. I hadn't realised, at the time, how much I missed them. I had married and given birth to twin daughters since I had seen them. The poem, which was written for my mum on the first Mother's day after my girls were born, was both a celebration of motherhood and the love I felt for my children, and an acknowledgement of the love I had received from my mother. I think I thought that the circle was complete: Mother, daughter, grand-daughters. But then, there came into my life the most magnificent creature ever born, my grandson. Maybe the circle is not a circle at all, and maybe it will never be complete while the emotional ties and even the memories of love persist.