I don't think I'll ever get over the absolute luck and joy of having close relationships with both of my parents and my sister. The last few days I've had hour-long conversations with all three of them separately and I hope I never take having them in my life for granted.
I am praying that another weekend of resting my hand will mean I can get back to weaving next week. I've had to rest it properly for a full two weeks and it's been driving me loopy not being able to weave or write or do anything much with my hands!
My partner and I are headed to my parents this weekend, all being well, to visit, catch up, and see their new house. It's been a funny few weeks with lots of unexpected and, frankly, unwished for things, but I am very much looking forward to being surrounded by family for a few days.
Hello! It's been a while - 22 days apparently.
I've been avoiding using my injured hand so minimal phone use, but spent a lot of time in the garden marvelling at the natural world. My grandad has been in hospital for 8 nights but is now slowly on the up. I also turned 30 on Sunday 🌿
Ooooh so pretty!
Thank you so much! 🥰
A close up photo of a cream coloured weaving with four red stripes along the bottom and eight thinner stripes above a block of cream weaving.
Today's trying-to-stay-sane weaving. Practicing stripes with cotton yarn.
#weaving #textiles #tapestry
A photo of a white woman smiling with ginger hair, a snow-covered scarf wrapped around her head and a brown man smiling with a black beard and a snow covered hood. It is snowing. A lot!
Valentine's day was a bit of a fiasco yesterday because someone (both of us) forgot that synesthesia and light shows are not a good combination. Poor André ended up with a migraine and now has the worst migraine hangover.
Here is a beautiful snowy photo to show off how beautiful he is.
Word of the day is ‘arsle’ (19th century): to have a distinct sense of going backwards.
If an Israeli - or British or American etc - woman who was eight months pregnant was shot dead by any other military, the whole world would know her name. Her name was Sondos Jamal Muhammad Shalabi. She was 23.
It would be so amazing if I can do the work and get to a place where I can take part in more community things, meet new people, take opportunities without fear I would be unable to physically get to a location.
I'm still a bit baffled that agoraphobia has such a big impact on my life after a decade of dealing with it. I'm much better than I was in many ways but there have been points in that time where I was better than I am now.
There is a lovely independent bookshop in my city who run lots of craft/art clubs and workshops, as well as book clubs. It's a bit far for me at the moment but I'm determined to make it to one, hopefully by summer.
Hi Deborah! 🥰 Looking forward to seeing some of your tapestry projects!
That delightful feeling of impending doom and recovering from the flu meant I didn't sleep last night. I did, however, make a banana bread at 5am and then coffee and breakfast for me and Dré so at least there's been some joy there.
No no no this is so uncomfortable. Imagine stargazing and all of a sudden you're assaulted with a fucking tick or an apple 🤢
I barely have the energy to have my eyes open for more than a couple of hours at a time, if I'm lucky 😴🤧
I have been so poorly all week, I don't know if it's flu or COVID or something similar, but I've rarely felt fatigue like this. Having to miss my dad's 60th birthday weekend and thoroughly fed up about it.
Basically, be a decent person and we can be pals.
Starting the week by making sure this remains a loving space.
If you believe anyone deserves more rights than any other human, leave.
We are pro-human rights for EVERYONE. We support a free Palestine. We love people whatever their race, sexuality, gender identity. We are anti-fascist.
Oh yes!! That's going to be so gorgeous!
Such beautiful fabric too! Can't wait to see what it becomes 😍
Well done #standuptoracism and the thousands who marched against the #farright and fascist #TommyRobinson This is what unity looks like 👏🏽
A photo of a table laid with a white plate holding two slightly overdone croissants, a blue mug of coffee on a coaster, and a half open book. There are two brown, suede chairs pulled into the table and windowed doors looking out to a small courtyard area with a blue gate and trees and a blue sky in the distance.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, I have coffee and warm, slightly burnt croissants. I have started a new book. My head hurts and my shoulders ache but I feel calm and present, and what a beautiful, beautiful gift.
This morning’s sunshine has reminded me of the word ‘philocaly’: a love of beauty, even in the smallest things.
Hi friends! I'm Jessie, I live in Lincoln, UK.
My main creative output at the moment is tapestry weaving which I would love to turn into my job someday. I love slow fashion and used to sew a lot of my wardrobe, I'm hoping to regain that love this year and have more creative chats ❤️
Also a big fan of this combination, might need to give trouser-making another go soon!
Agoraphobia has been a bit of a struggle the last week, but I left the house for a short lunchtime walk with my partner today and I am so proud of myself for managing it and enjoying myself! Also picked my ADHD meds up so my brain feels calmer which is always a small miracle 😌
That's so lovely of you to say, thank you so much!
