Handknit Socks

Here's a poem by Pablo Neruda on handknit socks:- Mara Mori brought me a pair of socks which she knitted herself with her sheepherder's hands, two socks as soft as rabbits. I slipped my feet into them as if they were two cases knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin, Violent socks, my feet were... Continue Reading →

Winter Warmth

Do you remember this shawl that I made last year? I had underestimated just how warm it was, far too cosy to be wearing on a summer's day so I reluctantly put it aside until the temperature dropped then I wore it so much.  It's sooo warm!  It's like a great big fuzzy hug. And... Continue Reading →

The Threat of Winter

There we all were being slightly smug about the weather, complaining whenever it dared rained briefly or the wind got up.  But however pessimistic you may be about the weather you had to admit that it was 'mild', in fact you could even push the boat out and say it was warm. I can't remember... Continue Reading →

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