Self nurturing


Doesn’t that sound indulgent?

But, I think, I’m getting to understand its value.

Making space for me, being creative, reading, being cosy.

The other time gets things done, pays the bills, turns the handle, is shared with and given to others.

Self nurturing keeps things level.


Re: Read 2015

I’m useless at remembering book titles and authors, the same with films and music. But I’m good at remembering the feeling a book leaves me with. I started thinking about what I read in 2015, and then of course I realised I can’t remember that either, so I scoured the bookshelf and put together a list, more or less, and pondered what was good, what not so. Here, I share a bit of it with you…

Around the start of the year I read the Goldfinch (Tartt), I struggled to get into it but stuck with it and it paid off. The life stories of its characters are a bit bizarre, or maybe they just had a lot going on but it made me think; think about the what ifs of losing your place in society, slipping through the net, of hardships and about making your own way and independence and opportunity. Even when I’d finished it, I wasn’t sure about how much I’d enjoyed it but over time its percolated into me and as a result made it onto the enjoyed list.

In contrast, the Wolf Hall epics (Mantel), lacked the feeling of the Goldfinch and left me thinking I’d simply read the history of the wives and entourage of Henry VIII. It was interesting but I didn’t find the emotion in it. I guess, I just kept wondering what was true, what was history, what was the fiction/story; I think I need to know one or the other.

The non-fiction Kabul Beauty School (Rodriguez), in contrast, built upon the apparent reality of the Little Coffee Shop of Kabul and fed my curiosity of life in Afghanistan, especially for women; its light read augmenting my understanding from previous reads such as the great A Thousand Splendid Suns (Hosseini).

It seems to have been a year for story flipping – between characters in The Shoe Maker’s Wife, (Trigiani) and The Legacy of Elizabeth Pringle (Wark), time periods in Elizabeth is Missing (Healey) and places in Us (Nicholls). Sometimes I just wished for a continuous story. Most of these were pretty sad, sometimes touching tales addressing dementia, loss and marriage breakdown leaving me feeling like I could do with a good journey to read about. I’d read Wark (I identified with her places) and Healey (her perspective on dementia helps you think about the experience of the sufferer) again; Nicholls tale didn’t live up to One Day, the characters felt overstated.

2015 was the year I was tempted by technology and became a Kindle user. So far I’ve tapped into the extensive library of free classics that I’ve previously not got around to. This feels like good value and so far I’ve read Bronte and Wilde, maybe after a couple more I’ll buy a Kindle book! But, I’ll certainly never give up the smell and touch of real books!

What about 2016? More classics, hopefully some Tove Jansson or Kathleen Jamie, some journeys and some modern classics. Oh, and I’ll make a list so I know what I’ve read.

Weaving novice


This time last year, I got excited about weaving. I’m a novice, I’d bought a rigid heddle loom and done the project in the instruction book but I was inspired by what I’d read in magazines and seen on the web including things like the Saori approach. And I love yarn, especially unusual, extra chunky colourful stuff.


So, having been baffled by the theory of warping and working out how much of everything I needed, I cast off on my own, plied some thin yarn for a warp and raided the stash for some lovely fiery Collinette Point 5 yarn for the weft. And I determined to make something what wasn’t a scarf.


I ran out of weft and had to spin some extra – it isn’t quite as chunky, the colours aren’t quite as muted; the two skeins of Point 5 are different batches so the colours are slightly different. It took a year to get around to sewing, the fabric is stabilised with interfacing to make it easier to sew, which only partially worked and the cushion pad is probably too big.


But now I’ve got a big fat cushion and I love it!