Pamela Boxall
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Upside, downside
I’ve worked diligently at my knitting this past week. I unpicked the front of the Lace Panel Sweater from the armhole to a couple of inches above the hem and re-knitted it, changing the location of the waist shaping. This has improved the whole look and I’m so glad I decided not to simply make… Continue reading
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Nothing to write home about
It’s a funny thing, having nothing to write a blog post about, knowing it doesn’t matter, that it’s counter-productive to force it, but not quite being able to set aside the desire to write. I’ve been trying to decide which ink I should use on my main planner pages throughout March which is the month… Continue reading
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Metal Rat doffs his hat
The Year of the Rat has ended and not a moment too soon. When it started, Covid-19 was a mere rumour shrouded in mist, and I was blithely ignoring the suggestion that the first reappearance of the Metal Rat since the year of my birth was unlikely to turn out well. (You can read last… Continue reading
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A tale of two February 10ths
Early in the morning on February 10th 2020, my daughter and I landed at Schipol airport, facing a whole day before our re-scheduled flight to Norwich took off in the evening. Our journey back from Helsinki had been hit with delays due to exceptionally high winds across northern Europe. Even when we finally boarded our… Continue reading
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When two tribes start to knit
In all things there are basically two tribes. One does things one particular way, the other does the exact opposite. There are actually three tribes, the third comprising the majority of the population who don’t fit into the particular two tribes you’re discussing, but they can safely be ignored. I’m thinking today about the people… Continue reading
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If I should smile in sweet surprise
Today is my 61st birthday, which I’ve been referring to as “Sweet 61” for some time now. In honour of this, and with some creative transposing of figures, I’ve borrowed my title from Neil Sedaka’s 1961 release “Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen”. I wish I could stop viewing song lyrics from my youth through the sensitive… Continue reading
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