Just how much these guys change every day is astounding.
Mum asleep at the bottom!
I know – enough already!! I am going………….
Hi! Sorry to bore you with these but I could not resist now that the pups are one week old and huge!!
We are so proud and pleased with this litter! As usual we make the best boys, and they really do stand out. But the girls are also gorgeous and my resolve to look and love but not get involved is weakening.
However by the time they have eaten me out of house and home and wrecked the garden I may feel differently?
May is glorious as ever and there is just so much going on around the place! A Jenny Wren who moved into the puppy house before it was thus occupied has raised and fledged her family, moving on – wise idea!
Ok folks, here are nine reasons to smile!
Born 17.5.17. 5 boys and 4 girls. Mummy is SO SO proud!
This is Tweed’s (mum) second litter. She has remembered how to be the very best mum.
Leading up to this I confess resorting to my nervous habit of hat knitting.
As a variation I have decided to try socks instead, we shall see how that goes.
Till next time!!
Playing the waiting game this week……………..
So, I have been busy experimenting with weeds and general found stuff. I am experimenting on pieces of calico which are left over from making patterns at college. This means that most are odd shapes. They take 2-3 weeks to get to this stage of being washed out and dried.
Eventually they get more marks made on them via stitch or paint or both. These are a record of my week. They have become my meditations of place. So everything is a record of here and now (only by the time you get to see them they are been and gone!).
More finished spinning. I think these are destined to be shawls? Or mitts. I am currently all hatted out right now, with a teeny exception, a birthday present cast on yesterday….. but I am not counting that! Spinning is a great activity while playing the waiting game………….
I also bought a train. As you do. Vital.
AND an umbrella.
Waiting for what? I will tell you next time, but it does involve a roly poly girl dog!
I was born in Weymouth many years ago. The Jurassic coast line holds a deep resonance for me. I never fail to feel refreshed, inspired renewed from just being ‘home’.
This fueled some work based on grids and rust and water. I work with the effects of time mostly thee days in my art and so the process is slow and meditative. I hand stitch.
Hand stitching, hand spinning, hand dyeing, hand knitting, drawing, markmaking, walking. All these activities have become part of my existence from week to week, part of a ritual I suppose. Time. Time spent, taking time, making time, documenting time, marking time, journeys in time, remains of time, impact of time.
“Either way, this world
has picked me enough times for its madness vase
for me to know sanity is not
running from the window when the lightening comes.
Its turning thunder into grace,
knowing sometimes the break in your heart
is like the hole in the flute.
Sometimes it’s the place
where the music comes through.
Andrea Gibson. The Madness Vase.
I am building up confidence through small insignificant tasks which give me time for a meditative approach to the everyday. Exploring what its like to be me and do the things I enjoy again. I enjoy much more, much more!
What a seductive habit rushing has become. It is a default setting. If I feel insecure, or inadequate I find myself speeding up, rushing to fit as much in 24 hours as possible! Not only is this unproductive but it adds chaos into my head, making it feel more full than it actually is!
I am no master at this, but as a discipline I try everyday to set aside half an hour or so to just do something slowly, carefully, thoughtfully. Today I ventured to Pinterest…………. (more than half an hour………….).