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2018 in books Part 2

24th December 2018

The front covers of the books I read in 2018

As a continuation of my last post – here is Part 2 of what I read this year.

“This naked mind” by Annie Grace :: I ended up lending this one out, it made such a huge amount of sense (I say, with a glass of organic tempranillo in a glass RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME) she’s got a good podcast to dip in  and out of too.

“The little big things” by Henry Fraser :: I LOVED THIS BOOK. This was an amazon recommends. Just pure inspiration. “There is no point dwelling on what might or could have been. The past has happened and cannot be changed; it can only be accepted. Life is much simpler and much happier when you always look at what you can do, not what you can’t do.” I wish I could employ this, but anyway I thoroughly recommend it as a read.

“Tiny Beautiful Things” by Cheryl Strayed :: Another beautiful book of letters followed by Strayed’s wonderful advice. I loved Wild. I love Cheryl and I read this paragraph at the exact right moment: “You’re looking for the explanation, the loophole, the bright twist in the dark tale that reverses its course. Anyone would be. It’s the reason I’ve had to narrate my own stories of injustice about seven thousand times, as if by raging about it once more the story will change and by the end of it I won’t still be the woman hanging on the end of the line. But it won’t change, for me or for you or for anyone who has ever been wronged, which is everyone. We are all at some point – and usually at many points over the course of a life – the woman hanging on the end of the line. Allow your acceptance of that to be a transformative experience. You do that by simply looking it square in the face and then moving on. You don’t have to move fast or far. You can go just an inch. You can mark your progress breath by breath. Literally. And it’s there that I recommend you begin” pg 113.

“Drink” by Anne Dowsett-Johnson :: This was a great book. There was an amazing vignette about Anne meeting Gabriel Byrne at a bar in New York while her heart was breaking. It was told so vividly  it’s really stayed with me and from that I’ve been devouring John O’Donohue poetry in “To bless the space between us” any time I have needed it.

“This is me letting you go” by Heidi Priebe :: I’m absolutely certain goodreads suggested this to me with good reason, but I genuinely can’t really remember anything about this read.

“Heartburn” by Nora Ephron :: she wrote ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ and ‘when Harry met Sally’ and got cheated on TWICE. Loved the light but incendiary writing and the description of the long necked harridan. I laughed. Painful but with brilliant acerbic wit.

“Aphrodite Emerges” by Susie Herrick :: this crowdfunded (HOW cool?) book was recommended to me by a good friend (HEY LIANNE!!!) there was so much good stuff that resonated for 70% of the book and then it tailed off. Worth getting though, it inched me further.

“The Upward Spiral” by Alex Korb :: advocates small tiny changes/decisions to pull yourself out of the worst downward spiral. Informative and helpful.

“The light we lost” by Jill Santopolo :: don’t remember anything about this book either. And that is not to say I didn’t read it???

“Rising Strong” by Brene Brown :: I got a pack of books sent to me from a friend living in Australia, this was one of them. My favourite ‘takeway’: “Integrity is choosing courage over comfort; choosing what is right over what is fun, fast, or easy; and choosing to practice our values rather than simply professing them.”

“The year of less” by Cait Flanders :: I am unequivocally stuck in the consumerist cycle. When I worked at the school and had my asos delivery arrive (which I inevitably 9/10 sent back) the guy would say ‘one for Amy… AGAIN’. In some small way, the ability to purchase and have some agency in changing some of the landscape of my life has HELPED but I didn’t feel great about this observation. I do not need anything and I’d be interested in blogging on having/needing/working with less.

“What a time to be alone” by Chidera Eggerue  :: Erm… by someone younger than me that is alone, but possibly doesn’t inhabit aloneness in the same way I do at the moment. Don’t remember a great deal, the graphic design was great, I remember it being all over instagram and podcasts, that’s why I dipped in.

“Carry on Warrior” by Glennon Doyle Melton :: nothing eclipses her book. love warrior in my humble opinion but glad I read this.

“I hope this reaches her in time” R.H Sin :: it did. I shall return.

“This is going to hurt” by Adam Kay :: I saw this at Annelie and Leo’s flat in the summer. They had two copies, two copies in their place is enough to assure me it’s worth reading. I put it down as an audible read and on my way to my new work I jacked up the literary and walked through the park listening to this. It has got to be the FUNNIEST thing I’ve listened to in a long time, I was crying in multiple places. I can’t tell you just how brilliant or funny it is but FUCK ME IT’S HILARIOUS.

That’s part 2 done, I’ve got to do father christmas duty now. I’ve had another house emergency that saw me run from the church carol service earlier in the afternoon to disable the fire alarms but I’m pretty finished now. Be peaceful. Let your saniflo not runneth over. I am counting the minutes I can legitimately execute a move to the other side of the world.

X

 

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Ends

23rd December 2018

Picture of yarn ends

Oh God was today too much.

It started well. I got up, I coded – I’m pretty set on maintaining a streak of coding everyday (new coding – not work coding – sometime I’ll be good enough at this to start BUILDING) then I binge watched to the end of the Marvelous Mrs Maisel (I hate spelling this incorrectly). It feels like there’s been alot said about this show. I thought it was ALRIGHT. Her husband cheats on her, leaves her, she wears nice clothes and is marginally funny for her time. It should be behind a story of redemption but …yawn. I wish someone would produce an actual Joan Rivers biopic. I wouldn’t watch this again, it was mainly, for me, just an accompaniment to loads of hooking (see ALL the ends), it is just really glib.

Then it got the point of no return in the day where I needed to go into town to get the stocking fillers. Who else is going to do the stocking fillers? After today, let’s face it, THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO TIME.  So I had to leave the house, there’s got to be something to take the edge off for for my second born that he’s not getting a Samsung galaxy (he left his letter for santa on the tree yesterday – can you believe that? When I said I thought it might be a bit late, he reminded me Santa is MAGIC [And I wanted to reply “Also total bullshit”])  There was a point, surrounded by quite an amazing cacophony of total middle class guff (Putin/Trump parody books… are they for the toilet??? Who knows??) lots of lovely lights and Frida Kahlo inspired rubbish and some cards for £8.99 on how to slow your life down that I looked around the shop I was in (it was RAMMED) and I decided to stop, kerbobbled what? I was done. I can’t think why I went to the same place I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN ON A WAITING LIST FOR CHRISTMAS PAPER CHAINS (FFS) a few years ago but I do love so much of the kitchen stuff in there.

Anyway, once I’d given up I ended up buying boring food things at the supermarket and then RUGS.

Rugs

Overwhelmed by consumption, I ended up leaving my rucksack and its contents in the rug shop but the rug guy thankfully found me a bit later staggering to the bus stop. Another mum friend joined me ten minutes later whilst we waited for the bus (I had no 3G to get an uber – what a first world problem) and the first words I said to her were “fuck this” to which she replied “I KNOW”.

A misty woodland walk with the dog followed.

Anyway. Merry Christmas.

I got myself a now tv subscription and I’m watching SMILF.

I shall be leaving the house to give the dog a run over the next two days but apart from that, I’ve got everything I need, the kids, the dog, food, books, games and a puzzle and a huge amount off yarn. My phone has been switched OFF for the next 48 hours. I just gave the kids their Christmas pyjamas – the softest onesies from M&S – both have complained because they haven’t got pockets (I genuinely felt a swell of pride) George has just lifted his bum and farted at both Ruby and my face, the Grinch is on, bring on some unit time. I’ll hopefully have a blanket to show the other side of the festivities.

 

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Bits

19th December 2018

If I’m totally honest I’ve been feeling ALOT SHIT for much of December. Pip’s posts have been making me smile. BUT, discounting shit christmas tree/ leaking roof/ broken car/the fact I’m in the midst of necessary life admin that is so stressful and frequently makes me cry (and then I suppose discounting people in my life that are actually very poorly or have recently passed away, – oh God, big deep breaths) I’m going to attempt some highlights:

** I made a bit of progress on random squares. I must crochet more. It’s indicative of how I am as a person if I’m not doing it.

** I watched Homecoming – I thought it ended brilliantly. Find it pretty amazing it came from a podcast. Great storytelling.

** I finished my 40th book of 2018. I’ll write a list of what I read.

** I bought the bullet journal method New York Times best seller. My life is going to TURN AROUND.

** Curry at Milk no sugar yesterday.

** I have been chipping away at the javascript tutorials on freecodecamp. I think it will be years but I want the certification, I am still dead set on getting good at programming.

** THREE carol concerts by both children. A real delight.

It’s not all bad. Can’t wait to start the bullet journal. I finish work today for the year and everything has been unravelling a bit. No more!

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This week

9th December 2018

I have been feeling the passing of time and the fragility of life with intensity this week. It’s another single parent birthday for the second born and Christmas is coming up. I want to not feel bleak about this, but I do to be honest, and a bit bloody resentful. Family is an intrinsic want in my life. A friend from Book club of long ago died last weekend, far too young, too vibrant and with far too much left to do. And she was Kind and Thoughtful. It makes me pause and wonder if I’m doing things right and what I’m doing wrong. It’s been a week of big thinks.

 

 

 

I watched Forrest Gump with the first born last night and I sobbed as usual through one of my favourite films. I do wonder if maybe my teenage self subconsciously buried that ‘I just felt like running’ line and decided to live it? I really need to run again. Maybe I will run London dressed like Forrest. I realise it’s been done before – but the idea of hearing ‘run Forrest run’ for 26.2 miles is actually quite appealing.

I went for a walk with the dog this morning – I bumped into a woman I used to childmind for. I don’t think she could remember my name, let alone my children’s, or probably the fact I used to cook her kids eggs every morning with my own two children under the age of 5. She asked after my two – we made polite conversation in the woods. It made me reflect that I have met so many people and done so many other things since that point in my life. I was, at the time trying to make some money alongside balancing a young family and feeling pretty inferior. If you’d told me then what would subsequently unfold I would honestly think you’d been smoking crack.

However I do think Amy of then would be pretty proud of Amy now. Now Amy has in that time run marathons and ultras and got a dog and made alot of stuff and finally got “proper jobs”. I have kept learning and growing. I do actually like myself. I mean that’s got to be something, if it came down to it, I’d know I did what I could, with what I had, where I was. That is not to say that me right now is feeling all that great about right now. The house is chaotic, there’s so much bloody life admin to take care of, so many material things in this building I need to move and take care of. I haven’t ever written ‘that book’, I can barely get round to finishing the laundry in order to do the vacuuming, George’s party to celebrate his birthday has not been organised, I’ve overspent, I’m in desperate need of holiday and I want to actually finish one of the books I have on the go.

But, let’s round up the good stuff for the week as is the way in the digital space :

:: IFINISHEDABLOODYBLANKET! ::

This hasn’t happened for some time and the child it is for is now 6 months old, but look! It’s a beaut of 16 squares.

:: I WENT TO THE BRIGHTON CENTRE FOR CAROLS ::

Yes, I might have had flashbacks to climbing the stairs up to the auditorium with my cousin and Lianne (hey Lianne!!!! — I know you like a shoutout) for a basement jaxx gig back in the day, but this time I had a child of mine holding a hand either side and it was really quite beautiful listening to 1200 angelic little people voices singing carols whilst doing makaton. The part at the kiosk where I had to say I wanted to buy some chips about 12 times even after being presented with a 7up and then a diet 7up was weird, I genuinely thought I might be having a stroke and not communicating properly, but as George kept volleying his head between us in wide eyed disbelief between me and the woman behind the counter, someone behind me in the queue backed me up with ‘SHE JUST WANTS CHIPS!’

:: THE DOG CAME TO WORK ::

To be fair, he’s been into work more than a few times. I don’t want him with me everyday, but the times that he does come in are fun and he brings delight. He really does.

:: I SPIED THIS YEARS FIRST CREME EGGS ::

Yes, I know he’s not born yet for another couple of weeks but let’s all remember he lives again. Through these chocolate eggs.

:: GOT SOME NEW WINTER BOOTS ::

In an ideal world I’m buying blundstone’s, (but as it’s not an ideal world I’ve bought £70 boots from ASOS which aren’t even leather.) I HAD FORGOTTEN JUST HOW COMFY DM’S WERE. I’m also pretty much set at 2019 being a no shop year. I’m definitely not crocheting enough to warrant this blog being about making so perhaps I can write instead on NOT BUYING.

I have also been listening to: The Hurry Slowly Podcast

And listening to Michelle Obama’s ‘Becoming’ on audible.

Oh! And also I’ve been complaining about the £40 Christmas tree I bought on amazon. 

That each branch has 8-10 inches (12 inches if you’re that type of liar) of bare wire seems to be beside the point in the response I got back:

 

 

I just hadn’t open the leaves vertically and horizontally!!! OMG!! Of course that was the issue. Maybs a lighter background was what I needed. Also, a “little different” is the understatement of 2018. I didn’t find it a ‘little different’ – it was an artificial tree that made me question life. Hold up. My entire life is, now, a ‘little different’ in a similar way.

Let me tell you, the returns label is stuck on the box, I’m heading to the post office, this tree does not make my “christsmas” perfect or add more charm, it makes me feel sad about humanity in a George Monbiot sort of way.

I’m moving away from the kitchen table, I’ve had enough of the week. May all who read this stay blessed, be brave and not get shit Christmas trees on amazon.

And may all that cross me know it.

Kiss kiss xx

 

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Slow down

7th January 2018

Picture of granny squares

 

I haven’t written here very much for a long time because 2017 made me not want to write at all. I’m relieved I wrote so little I felt so misaligned, but it’s the first week of the new year and maybe I can attempt to write more without feeling I will compromise myself. Maybe now I’ve started to make things again I can just write about them without feeling so heavy about everything else going on. I won’t write much, I’ll just see if I can fit it in a bit little and often. A short few words. A new rhythm.

I’ve worked most of the week and the children have been dispatched to school. We’ve all struggled with tiredness and fitting back into the routine, I find mornings the most difficult particularly with George whose day is now incredibly long and who is the most vocal about letting me know how unhappy he is about it.

For whatever reason I’ve unexpectedly found myself without the children for both the Saturday and Sunday stretch this weekend. I feel untethered on these kind of days, not in a free and spacious way, in all honesty it feels like a sad, ill defined flimsiness takes hold. Most days it’s like this I am incredibly lucky to be constantly distracted by friends and family and I can ignore that underlying feeling. If not with friends and family I can fill my time with trail running but I was slightly unprepared today and I’m feeling run down this week. It’s been particularly slow and languid and as the day has worn on I’ve been feeling more and more ill. I’ve tried to relish it, I’ve finally done what I have been hoping for for so long. A real day where I actually did SLOW DOWN. So many people have said it to me, in such a frantic time. A simple day alone. A delicious vegetable soup and a slow cooked stew with roast potatoes, audio books and reading and a walk in the woods with the dog. I made myself a little nest on the sofa and crocheted another bright square for another small person blanket and ate chocolate ice cream watching the crown. I feel like I have so much to do and I don’t know why I chose today to pick this up again. I never know quite how I feel about blogging – how much I want to be about my life and how much I was supposed to be doing this to showcase what I make. I feel like I’ll only work it out if I post.

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The blanket of redemption

2nd August 2017

I stopped crocheting for a bit.

For me that’s a sign that something, in this case my all, is extremely awry. This craft has become for me as natural as breathing. I notice the days I don’t pick up the hook at least once in the day. Throughout my dad’s illness, I still picked up the hook and managed to add mindless lines to an every growing granny square. This time in my life is different though. This time I wasn’t able to contemplate carving out a half hour pocket in the day, every day was a vacuum. Days slipped into weeks and all the things I enjoyed: reading, coding, crocheting, blogging and writing took a backseat to what we can fairly refer to as ‘the trauma’. I just concentrated on the essentials, eating, walking the dog, bathing and not much else.

But a few weeks ago, I started a square. I took a basket of colours and I felt for each new round, for a colour that would sit right. It got bigger and bigger and it felt better and better to focus on each next colour, each next join. Before I knew it, as one square slotted into the next I had a blanket to border.

It’s sitting on the side in my bedroom at the moment, waiting to be sent. Another task on the seemingly endless to do, but I started and I finished something, stitch by stitch. I felt me when I was doing it, I make a good blanket and I love this one. This one makes my heart sing. I’m relieved that I’ve come back to it. It’s a part of me, I love the process of creation and I wouldn’t want to lose something else I love right now.

I’ve a busy week planned, two rooms to get ready for air bnb, rainy days in which to entertain the children, job applications to tailor, miles to run. I’ve signed up for another ultra, almost double the distance of the first. Today’s training run was just bleak, I endured torrential rain and wind on the cliffs of Rottingdean as I closed in on 18 miles.

Anyway, enough on that, I’m exhausted, here are some more captures of Verity’s blanket. I WILL send it this week!


 

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The #instasabbatical

21st July 2017

 

Instagram logo with the words Dopamine posted behind it.

I’m going on an intentional instagram sabbatical from now through to the end of the summer holidays. That means I’m deleting the app, not posting and not checking in. I’ve been putting up posts on instagram for 5 years!!! FIVE. That’s a LONG TIME. I know this because I check my time hop and my little people really were actually really little when I started uploading snapshots, it’s become a bit of a way of life.

My post count to date now comes in at 3500, which is a bit staggering but does in actual fact mean I’ve only averaged a couple of posts a day. For anyone that follows me, you know that I do have an bit of a binge when I finish a crochet project, so most of it is crochet. The rest of what’s up there are photos of the family, friends, Brighton, books and the dog. Really, it’s like a visual diary, something that replaced blogging for me, tiny little filtered and edited highlights in my life.

Anyway time out and here’s why, I had to start to ‘manage’ my time on the app at the start of the year, it started to fall under the same umbrella of Facebook (which I left) and that umbrella name is basically TIMESUCK, so I stopped checking instagram as much. First up I started checking how long I was spending with the app open (settings > battery) and I was horrified by the amount of time it took up in the day. Hours. Something had to change. I didn’t think I had hours. I am a busy person! But the reality was, I was spending hours on there and not reading or coding, or making, the things I really enjoy. Presumably also it’s been thieving time away from my family. On top of that I clearly wasn’t doing all the other boring necessary stuff of life when I was on there so I needed to reclaim my time. Every week I deleted it from my phone and resumed a life for 7 days where I have no social media interaction AT. ALL. And unsurprisingly I got more done.

Those weeks though I noticed, as the week was beginning just how often I had been checking it reflexively, how I’d be standing in a queue and pressing the home button then thoughtlessly reaching for the app. (The solution I have found to this is to move the apps I don’t want to use like this to my last screen so there’s more time for me to realise I’m swiping mindlessly – I recommend it)

I have realised that I’ve recently become too distracted instagram and in turn was seduced by all sorts of irrelevancy as a consequence, I’d ricochet from account to account and then click through links and surf the web. Whilst I love the banter and the dopamine hit from all the liking I can also get swept down the rabbit hole of scrolling. I’ve even started buying stuff from the adverts, so that marketing clearly works! Overall I genuinely feel like it makes me less able to focus on one thing at a time in general. The weeks it is off the table I am able to move from one task to the next in a much more fluid and deliberate way.

It can be a bit of a weird space anyway, throwing up an awful lot of interesting observations too. I’m guilty of it, but it can be such an earnest space. I’ll write an earnest post, similar in scope to a blog post and then I’ll internally cringe wondering why I’m posting something like that. I can’t decide if it’s just self doubt or because I suspect sharing too much is inappropriate, but it can feel so false if you’re not real. Then in turn it can also feel too much when someone’s trying to be intentionally inspirational. There’s a balance somewhere.  I also know people that follow me in real life but don’t ever like my posts and then will refer to things I’ve done and posted about in conversation, I think that’s odd. Stories is a strange one too, I think I might post them purely because there’s the option of posting them, none of mine have ever been that interesting and yet HUNDREDS of people look a them. To be honest I feel I am stealing people’s time, so I might opt out of them in the future. I’ve also not been convinced of my motivation for putting stuff up at this current point in my life. I feel like I might be posting for a bit of self-validation from outside now I’m on my own rather than posting purely to share.

However I will get back into it after I’ve had a break, but I’ll be sharing the snapshots with intention not just share for the sake of it. Then there’s also a community online, the ‘people in my phone’, instagram is definitely self selecting and has in some ways enabled me to ‘find my people’, the people that enjoy doing the same things. I don’t want to say it, but it’s a bit tribal in that respect. There are artists and makers and individuals around the world I never would have connected with in real life if it were not for instagram. I also find other people’s feeds inspirational and it influences things I do and make.

Not posting or interacting does have consequences. It’s an absolutely certainty that an algorithm coded deep in the structure of the app means if you don’t engage you will get less traffic so I might not get seen for a while when I get back to it. What will happen though is I will be more in the present. I’m looking forward to engaging with the kids all over the summer holidays. I’m looking forward to experiences that won’t be observed but treasured. I’m looking forward to focus, I’m looking forward to feeling more in control of my life and less scattered. I’m looking forward to not feeling like I’m putting a front on my life. I’m looking forward to it all.

Thanks to @jamesllewis for letting me use the above image. Another person I wouldn’t have come across were it not for the insta platform.

 

 

 

 

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Making a crochet blanket

21st March 2017

Crochet blanket making

This was my kitchen table this afternoon. I went on a brisk bright walk with the dog and then got my hair cut this morning. I planned on having the rest of the day as a bit of reset time and by that I meant catching up on chores with the hope of being more on top of things. I ended up subbing that for doing something creative. I feel better for it as well. The weekend was just busy and too full and yesterday I was in town for a big chunk of time running chores. I’m done basically. I feel behind on EVERYTHING in my life. I have blog pieces queued up, other writing, a big list of ideas for patterns to write up, challenges to work through with coding, the home stuff to do from the laundry and cleaning, to the admin and then the life stuff, sorting the imminent birthday of the first born, planning things with friends and family. Everything has that unfinished and overwhelming edge to it. I’m basically underperforming against my own standards ACROSS THE BOARD. I feel like that is life all the time but sometimes it feels much more manageable and I feel much more in control. I currently feel like I’m spinning plates. Badly.

I get more energised when I’ve made progress in something though and I can feel it coming together in my hands, I am so far from the end on this project though. 36 squares is far too many for a four colour square.

I didn’t get a run in which was on the list today after what feels like a long hiatus, but is in fact only a few weeks. I woke up with a crick in my neck and it’s been painful all day but I’m pretty set to pick it up tomorrow. I’m a bit nervous that my knee might start niggling again, but I guess I just have to take that first step again. Anyway, that time again, time for pick up….

 

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Another crochet blanket

11th March 2017

As usual – pretty shocking at updating the blog that’s supposed to chart my creative pursuits.

However – here’s some pictures of the new crochet blanket I hooked up after the Brighton Half. It’s made with the Henry pattern in style craft special dk. I cast on… (do you cast on in crochet? Doesn’t sound quite right…) just after I ran, hoping to be at least slightly productive in my race convalescence. Here’s the thing, post run I felt deflated, run down, flat, unhappy, sore, done in <insert any other potential negativity here> I sat on the sofa for two days swapping an ice pack with a hot water bottle interchangeably on my knee. I was bloody grumpy, tired and really fed off I felt so sub but I stitched this super dense make EVERY day. I’d never even stitched herringbone before in crochet although I’m completely converted now…look at that dark grey up there! but I will say it takes ALOT of time. I caught up and watched Tom Hardy in Taboo, which disappointingly I thought was completely terrible (please remember I was very grumpy, maybe it really did in fact earn its IMDB credentials… I doubt it, but should I in future cross paths with TH [God willing] I want it also on record I wasn’t in the best frame of mind throughout viewing). I also finally paid out and got physio on the knee. I will confirm it hurt.

Anyway, the blanket is done. And I’m also potentially out of a bad mood I’ve felt for two weeks. Probably helped by the fact the knee isn’t hurting so much anymore, I’ve been weighing up my total lack of good attitude with some real life awful new stories. It’s actually made me feel worse that I feel so flat when I’m aware enough to understand and appreciate there is so much MORE going on at this particular moment in history. I’ve ripped out the stories that highlighted my inability to find proper perspective and folded them in a pile to keep and bear witness to, but be that as it may, I still wasn’t feeling it yesterday, not enough to stick these photos up. I think it’s all tied up with not having been out for a run since the half, my energy has sunk big time. On the up, I walked the dog today and didn’t come back with a weird gait, so game on, it feels like the tide’s changing.

 

I’m hitting the gym this week to get started on making my knee and my apparently very weak glutes strong enough to hold my body up running. I’m absolutely determined to run the ‘ultra’ in May – while I can make stuff sitting on the sofa whilst feeling this flat, I feel like parts of my life, namely my interior self, fall apart without the running. Of course I could have yoga’d and I’ve walked through the discomfort but they don’t compare with running. Running is the thing for me. Even if it’s relatively unimpressive ‘mum’ running. I’m missing it. It’s underpinned so many of the good systems I’ve put in place this year and got me out, when I would otherwise stay in. And a disclaimer so we’re all in the loop :: the return to drinking. It’s been a necessary evil. That 20.17 intention has been sent flying.

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Babette blanket update

1st March 2017

Photograph of the babette crochet blanket I made

When I began this blanket at the end of November I was hoping to add one square per evening. This was my background daily project that would grow slowly and on days where it was difficult to fit in crochet be the thing I would at least be getting further with.

As it turned out, with December being as busy as it usually is, this didn’t quite happen. The larger squares can take around half an hour to finish and that sometimes just doesn’t fit at the end of the day. At least two out of seven evenings in the week I generally don’t get anywhere near any kind of evening routine. However I have been plugging away at this. I can usually find at least ten minutes to work on a piece of the puzzle, even if it doesn’t get completed and attached. I love the way that it has come together and the way it lies and gets slowly more substantial.

Image of unfinished afghan babette crochet blanket

There are still around 50 individual squares to work up to get it complete, currently I lay it out on my bed in my room every morning when I make the bed and then pick a colour to add and work up a square in the evening but it won’t be long before I’m picking up the whole piece and taking it down to the sofa to work on a mismatched finishing border to bring it all together.

It’s made me want to work on another for all my scraps where every round is at least one colour. That would take a phenomenal amount of time and the idea of all the ends to weave in is slightly daunting but I’ve added it to the potential project list. For now, this looks like it will be the first big project of 2017 to get finished, a really fantastic way to work through ALOT of yarn.