WHAT date is it?!

I’ve no idea when I last posted – I’m sure I posted a few things…”in my imagination”… Never mind. I’ve not stopped running, worrying and weaving since I last posted. I’d wish there was less of the worrying, but then I’d probably be dead, so maybe not – so I’ll not complain too much about

The 87 bus – and Strictly-Come (baby/toddler)-Dancing

I’m probably not supposed to say this, But it’s been an exhausting few weeks for a variety of reasons, and now I kinda feel knackered mentally and physically. I’m not sure you’re supposed to put that on a blog though! The good news is that I’m definitely out of my rut – good news for

And another trip – this time, Ireland

Well, we were in Ireland last week and just before I left for home, I was given a commission and asked if I could weave a long table runner to match a set of placemats I’d woven about 4 years ago. It’s always nice to get a commission, especially when you know you’ll have time to do

Let’s talk happy happy

God, talk about doom and gloom…it seems never ending (and then there is lovely Swine flu which crept in the back door when everyone was worried about everything and anything else you could mention). Not that it will necessarily improve the situation, but I want to talk about something nice, uplifting and positive – Beautiful

Silky silky…and the baby-buggy flipflop

When we were home a few weeks ago, my sister gave me some raw silk which she’d picked up in a wool shop in Cavan, where she lives. It’s beautiful, and I’ve been trying to work out what to do with it that will do it justice, but there’s an irony here; The silk was