Pamela Boxall
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How calm the sea, how bright the stars
One of my favourite episodes of Kojak comes in Season 3 and has the title “How cruel the frost, how bright the stars” which I feel must be a quote from a poem, but I can’t find any evidence to support this theory. It is a Christmas episode – always my favourites – and follows… Continue reading
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The cold light of dawn
I frequently wander from the long, straight road of commonsense. For example, allowing myself to be struck late on Friday night with the idea of starting work on the next of the Six Socks for 2021. I had already nominated the Noodle Soup Yarns’ Sturdy Sock in Vivid Firmament as the wool to knit up… Continue reading
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Yikes!
I feel almost as if I should just post the picture, because I’m not sure words can express how pleased I am to have finished stitching this. The final skein of yarn rode to my rescue yesterday afternoon, I was pleased to find that it blended in well with the old, and it took less… Continue reading
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Out of hibernation
I don’t usually feel the desire to hibernate during winter, but this year that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. I stepped away from a lot of my normal activities during December and the first half of January: knitting, writing, exercising have all gone by the board. I’ve mainly been eating and working on my cushion… Continue reading
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Solid gold easy action
Okay, I stole the title for this post from T. Rex’s 1972 single because I wanted something to suit this lovely honey-gold ink, just one of four colours I ordered from The Writing Desk on Wednesday morning and which arrived with the post lady a scant 24 hours later. In these times when retailers are… Continue reading
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Tiny stitches
I woke up today in a bit of a funny mood. Edgy. Unsure. Rather impatient with things always carrying on the same. In a state of lockdown angst for inexplicable reasons. I felt that yesterday had left me with a hangover, not from alcohol consumption, but from life itself, except that yesterday was nothing out… Continue reading
