Vintage Buttons

Last summer I was working on a knitting project and I needed buttons.  Lots of buttons.  Preferably cute ones.  So I asked around my friends to see if they had any they could donate.  One friend gave me a box full of buttons; unfortunately most of those were way too big for what I was... Continue Reading →

Things I Miss

The Big Things     My friends The seasons The weather       The Small Things     Being part of something Being there for someone Coming and going as I please Doing something on the spur of the moment Doing things just because Doing things for myself Having things to look forward to

A Year On

This wasn't what I was expecting.  It was meant to be all done and dusted by now.  Over it.  Getting back on with my life.  And it didn't work out that way.  A whole year.  Where did it go?  What have I to show for it?  I don't even think that I've made any progress. ... Continue Reading →

My Body is a Two-Year-Old

'I can't sleep ... it's too light in here.'   'I want a drink of water!'   'I don't like the dark.'   'It's too cold.'   'The covers are too heavy.'   'Now I need a wee!'   'My leg hurts.'   'Can I have another hot water bottle ... pleeeeeeease?'   'What was... Continue Reading →

Where there is no spring and no autumn: the world of rapid cycling

What are your own seasons?

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Seasons are funny things. If you live in a equatorial region, you may barely experience them at all; if you live in a polar region you probably live part of the year in unremitting darkness which eventually gives way to “white nights”. Living through a heat wave that has gone on for weeks, it can seem impossible that our streets and parks and fields were once covered in snow. Bizarre, even. Yet as we crunch over layers of ice, in that strange silence that comes only after snowfall, it is the sensation of heat and light, of long days and high pressure, that we cannot recapture. No wonder that so many films and novels play with the idea of perpetually cold environments, or create desert planets, or dream up worlds in which the seasons are very different to our own.

I think I’m on pretty safe ground in assuming many…

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Pieces

It's two in the morning and all I want to do is get out, go for a walk, find fresh air.  I want to clear my head, try to make sense of what I am feeling.  But I'm not feeling anything;  I am numb and empty.  And my body is too weak to go anywhere. ... Continue Reading →

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