Yarn Along


On my hook a jar full of holly berries.  On my kindle Our Souls at Night by Kent Haruf.

I have put my socks to one side for a bit while I work on some wreath bits in the hope of being set up on Etsy to hopefully sell a few things in the run up to Christmas. Eeeeeek!  Its very exciting new ground for me and I have a plan so watch this space to see how things work out!

I love Our Souls at Night!  Last night I stayed up later than I should to finish a very disappointing book.  Not Good Omens, I thoroughly enjoyed that book and finished it a few days ago, but a novel I had chosen as something quick and easy with apparently a shocking twist which I had spotted before the end of the first chapter.  I really dislike it when a book lets you down. Especially as this one is well reviewed on GoodReads and should have been better.

So this morning I perused my Amazon wishlist of books waiting to be read, dithered between a few and chose this one.  I’m so glad I did.  I sat down with it and my breakfast and struggled to tear myself away.  I can’t wait to get back to it later.  It has a simple premise but I’m gripped.

Linking up with Ginny and the other Yarnalongers sharing what they are working on and reading.

A Room of One’s Own

I find myself nodding along enthusiastically when I read Virginia Woolf, especially the essay A Room of One’s Own.  Although she was writing about women writing, which isn’t a passion of mine, every point she made about how hard it is to tap into creativity when surround by the hubbub of the home resonated deeply.

When crafting and creating I find it so difficult to find a state of flow when interrupted seemingly every two minutes by a request which is not only lacking in urgency but often contains a need which could have been met without any input at all from me.  A large part of this is obviously being the main carer for three relatively young children but also there playing its part is my physical location in the middle of the house amongst them.  However they are no longer so young that they require the constant supervision of toddlerhood and after almost a decade of being mum first and a person in my own right second I strongly feel the need to carry a thought all the way to completion without a little voice disrupting the process. I have long yearned for the ability to put down a hot cup of tea or a pair of knitting needles without running a constant risk assessment of where everyone else was in relation to the potentially lethal object.

And so as well as the breathtaking outdoor space in our New Home I did a little happy dance when I realised there would be enough space inside for me to have a whole room of my very own.

It already had some built in cupboards and drawers which were screaming out to be filled with the paraphernalia a crafter seems to gather as they journey through life and we moved in a few more bits of furniture.  Over the weekend I finally got round to unpacking my things and starting to arrange the space and it is love!

I keep going in there just to marvel at how much space and storage there is.  Just for me!  I have grand plans to add more fripperies and beautiful objects but for now it is functional and wonderful in its practicality.

I sat at my desk, with the door just pulled to, and filled pages of my notebook with ideas which have been bubbling around my head and flowed out with ease in my oasis of calm.

So here it is.  My craft room.


New Home

As I mentioned yesterday we are in our new house so I thought I’d share some of it with you.  Its a big house in the North Yorkshire countryside.  Not the exciting bits of the Yorkshire countryside with rolling hills, dales, dramatic landscapes or Bronte’s moors but the flat, geographically uninspiring farmland with good motorway links that sandwiches the impressive bits together.

Historic England tells me in the house’s listing that it was built in the mid to late 18th century but wandering around it with my camera this morning I couldn’t really find anything surviving from this period.

These internal walls, holding up the archway, are probably from the original build standing at a full 16 inches thick.  No wonder the phone signal struggles in the house with over a foot of solid wall to navigate between rooms!


We think that the flashier features designed to display the wealth of the home’s inhabitants like the imposing archway and intricate tiled floor were probably added a little later, although likely still well over a hundred years ago.  Those steep, unadorned servants stairs head straight from outside the kitchen to the small bedrooms on the top floor completely missing the middle floor where the family would have slept.

When we have been thinking of the times when the house would have had a staff to maintain it we have wondered how much time would have been spent polishing the brass plate along the edge of the step and how much it would have gleamed.  Its unlikely to reach those levels of shine during our time here!

And while I’m wondering the thought crosses my mind to think how many hands have held the banister on their way down the stairs


Speaking of the staff this is a lovely feature.

Bells in the main rooms which ring in the kitchen!  The piece of folded paper in the bell is because the noise it makes is very loud.  And my children are fond of pushing buttons!

And backing up to a previous thought about first impressions, the front door is very smart.


The house is on a working farm and for many years would have been the home of the landowners.  It is still owned by the farm but has been rented out in more recent years.  There are several nods to its agricultural past including this contraption which we think may have been used in some sort of dairy process


And of course every farmhouse kitchen has an AGA.


The whole house was remodelled and modernised in the 1960s and this was when most of the period features would probably have been lost. While it is impossible not to be sad that so much of what the house once was is no more, from my 21st century vantage point I find some of the 1960s features to be rather charming.

Like wallpapered ceilings


And wallpaper lined secret drawers in the kitchen table with 60s utensils still inside.


And even more wallpaper, this time inside a cupboard


And pink bathroom suites!


So we find ourselves in a big draughty old house which hasn’t been much updated in 50 years, with single glazing, no central heating to speak of, no mobile phone reception and very very slooooow broadband.

Why?  Because this!




Our garden makes my heart sing.  Just stepping out of the door lifts my spirits and wandering around I feel a weight lifted and my breath come easier.  The flower beds are full of bees and butterflies and the air filled with the sound of bird song.

Yesterday morning I was lying in bed and a blue tit landed on the window sill and sat for a while before heading on his way and when I drew back the curtains there were squirrels and rabbits hopping across the lawn.

I am so looking forward to watching it change through the seasons and without any forethought, planning or negotiating with children about leaving the house just being able to reconnect with the outdoors.

Yarn Along

Have you missed me?

Over the last couple of weeks I have been super busy moving house and have had no time to blog. Or craft. Or read!

But we now have all of our things in our new home and a lot of them sorted from boxes and bags into cupboards and onto shelves and we are starting to feel some normalcy return. 

And what could be more normal than joining the Yarn Along on a Wednesday?!

So photograph taken on my phone, post written on my phone. 

On my needles dragonfly socks. On my kindle Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

I have been managing to squeeze a little knitting into the evenings in the last week when I have run out of unpacking energy and so I now have one of these socks just in need of the toe grafting and the other one well on its way.

I’m really enjoying the book as well in the odd snatcher moment I can find to read although I am finding it very Pratchett and not picking up much of Gaiman’s influence.

I’m hoping in the next day or two to be in a position to write a post about my new craft room, I have missed posting here and have had many opportunities for crafty daydreaming while busy cleaning so I’m expecting a big burst of creativity once I have a bit more time!

Linking up with Ginny and others sharing what they are crafting and reading.