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I've been tagged by Nic to find words to describe myself beginning with each letter of the alphabet except X, Y and Z, so here goes:

A - Arthritic fingers (and one toe)

B - Bossy given half a chance. Want your life organising? Apply here

C - Cat lover

D - Depressive for most of my adult life, but these days the depression is fairly well under control

E - Ex-smoker, Ex-wife (twice), Ex-nailbiter (unless I'm really wound up)

F - Football obsessive

G - Greedy for all kinds of cheese

H - Hoarder of books, yarn, fabric

I - Insecure sometimes, but not as much as I used to be

J - Jaded when I don't get enough sleep

K - Knitter of socks, scarves, shawls

L - Low-carber I feel much better when not eating any sugar or wheat

M - Musical as far as appreciating music, not making it

N - Nervous when meeting new people and going into new situations

O - Optimistic I think the glass is half full rather than half empty

P - Punctual and hate being late as this makes me really stressed

Q - Queasy at the thought of eating anything that has tentacles

R - Reader of anything from sauce bottles through to encyclopedias

S - Stitcher by training, knitter by inclination

T - Tea drinker, preferably weak Darjeeling with plenty of milk

U - Uncertain about a lot of things

V - Vague at times, usually when I'm concentrating on something else

W - Wild when I was a teenager

A little yarn for your delectation...

It's all sock yarn, so not breaking my yarn diet.


This is February's sock club yarn from The Yarn Yard. 100g of such a pretty colourway - not my usual colours, but I really like it - plus 25g of a matching semi-solid.


Left to right: Fleece Artist Sea Wool (70% wool/30% seacell) in Amethyst from Stash Yarns, Opal Neon colour 1931 from Astrid, Trekking XXL colour 147 from Stash Yarns. Plenty to be going on with!

Knitting at Stash Yarns was fun on Saturday - Michelle was knitting the cover design from the latest Vogue Knitting, Nic's crochet was going well, Dawn was wearing her new seaman's scarf knitted in MoBair (scroll down) and it was good to see Brigid's scrummy Persian Poppies in real life. Me? Just finishing off a couple more pairs of socks. I'm coming to the conclusion that a girl can never have too many pairs of socks...

Poetry for St Brigid's

This came from Liz's blog; nice idea. Choose a poem and join in if you like...

WHAT: A Bloggers' (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2007
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year Reya put out the call and there was more poetry in cyberspace than she could keep track of. So, link to whomever you hear about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.


My mother’s old leather handbag,

crowded with letters she carried

all through the war. The smell

of my mother’s handbag: mints,

and lipstick and Coty powder.

The look of those letters, softened

and worn at the edges, opened,

read, and refolded so often.

Letters from my father. Odour

of leather and powder, which ever

since then has meant womanliness,

and love, and anguish, and war.

Ruth Fainlight