Eyes Open

During a day of chores and errands the supermarket car park presented this jewel. Some days it's a relief to realise my eyes are open and to catch a little bit of natural sparkle on a rainy day.


I never find the right bag. I assume there is one bag for every day, but I'm wrong. Sometimes I just need a little bag that will simply hold my point-and-shoot camera and the car keys, for those times when we hop out of the car to check out a bit of neolithic resilience, or the sun on the hay bales, or a rainy leaf! So I'm making one. I'm trying to make it quite tight and supportive, so I'm using cotton and double crochet (in English terms that is). The work feels a bit stiff, it doesn't glide like wool so I'm not really getting into a satisfying rhythm. And I'm making it up as I go along. How tricky can it be?


Getting up early has its rewards. Our Airstream is parked in a lovely wooded site this week. So we get dripped on long after the rain has stopped, sunlight is dappled, and there are acorns. Doesn't it already feel like summer is winding down? Or is it just here in the woods?

Shiny New Pins

I don't know if this features on the list of the signs of madness (first sign: Talking to yourself. Check), but I find myself rather enamoured with my new pins. I had no inkling that my old pins were lacking in any way but I have moved into a new league here.


They are just lovely to use. They have brilliant coloured glass heads so that you don't forget them and leave them in your work, and I think they must be made of superior steel to my old pins. These are sharper and shinier. Now, I know that it is a pin's job to be sharp, but these little gems positively glide into the fabric. The macro setting on my point and shoot camera loves them too.