Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
When you grow up in the Hebrides among your tough Harris Tweed-clad menfolk and the smell of wet tweed and feel of rough wool is as familiar to you as your own skin you have permission to mess with it. The ancient coming together of our island sheep wool in woven and knitted form is …
The mist-kissed breeze brings the sweet scent of dog roses blooming on the wild hedge near the shore. Their pink and pure white petals lighten the mood of grey clouds. Spring feels almost like Summer this year – the days are hot bringing rumbles of thunder and early butterflies; Small Whites and Small Tortoiseshells find …
Summer in the Outer Hebrides. The sun uplifts us, we’re early to rise and feeling wise. Adventures beckon in the wind gusting off the sea. Sparkles of salt spray drench our smiles. We splash in the cold water and run through the marram grass and red clover, the wild carrot bearing its crowns of seeds …
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Suddenly Autumn and we’re golden
Honey mellow molten sunshine in the freshness of Autumn. Small bundles of windtorn heather still bloom, fading to lilac from bright purple.
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Moody and mystical feelings as the sun drops quickly to the horizon. Thinking of using handspun mohair to trim a pair of Stag Antler Mitts, baking dragon bread for Michaelmas, enjoying whittling wood and staining it black. Knitting an endless loop of tiny stitches with 4-ply murky olive and skin pink pure wool yarn.
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