I got unreasonably excited today when I saw this in a museum - roman era. And then I got crossed because neither the loom or spindles were labelled and folks clearly had no idea what they were looking at.
Allysse Riordan
mastodon 4.7.3Newly wool obsessed with interests in crochet, spinning, embroidery, and weaving (knitting learning on pause).
Image maker. Writer. Sound artist. Tea drinker.
Most of my work is shared under CC BY-NC-SA.
Train time, craft time =D
Finally, after years of debating, I did it. I got myself an Instax camera. Zero regrets.
Under a beech tree, with one of my favourite teas, and a nice frangipane summer tartelette, I managed to read on paper - few sentences at a time with frequent breaks. It was lovely.
As much as I love audiobooks, I so desperately want to enjoy George Eliot's prose on paper. I love to linger in her words, dwell in her sentences, and delight in her wit. I've not yet found this ability with audiobooks (or maybe I'm just stubborn and need to work on that).
In any case, it was a lovely lovely time.
My niece's shawl is not complete but it's looking and feeling like a shawl now, and I'm ridiculously proud of it.
It's not complicated but it's my first project that is not a quick and easy thing done in a few days. I love it so much.
And now off Mastodon I go. I have 16 more rows waiting for me (obviously these will not be completed tonight. I like sleep too much >.<).
This was me in 2023.
Pain was settling in. My mind was blurring.
I cycled everywhere because this is who I was (who I am), a modern centaur of sorts, half human, half bicycle.
I went to the GP. And again. And again. I cannot tell you how often but I can tell you I now fear going to the GP from all the lack of care (not medical though that was a thing, but just human care) I received. 1/2
Under the sparrows tunnel.
Fatigue days.
Tea. That is all.
On paper, this was symmetrical. Then I got involved and well... me and numbers have never been the best of friends >.<
I like it regardless. It's very me in its wonkiness and I've had fun working on it all along (not quite finished yet but we're getting there).
For #WIPWednesday I write about a new crochet project, getting confused by knitting, and a new toy arriving just yesterday.
https://dispatchestofriends.mataroa.blog/blog/wipwednesday-03/
Practice.
I love how a random person immediately came to check what I was doing and to share memories of their mother making them jumpers back in their youth.
Side note: do not be deceived by the sun, the wind was cold.
A quiet evening.
The quiet of momentous events.
Over the course of a week, with no fanfare or thought, I felt compelled to dig out my camera from deep storage. I charged it and loaded a fresh SD card.
Today I walked out of the house after work and photographed. My hands wrapped around the camera easily, my fingers danced with the buttons and wheels as if I'd used it yesterday and not months ago. It was effortless.
Here's a blackbird in flight, from one roof to the other to sing a little higher.
The moon and the tree.
Evening lines and the dot of the moon.