Stomping our boots on the rocks to shake off the first snow flurries, taking too-quick breaths that burn and tickle our lungs making us laugh and love the way the clean, sharp frosty air makes our bodies feel tingly and zingy.
Wrapped in warm and nurturing hand knitted loveliness our hearts are warm too on frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
As the wind rises and the summer sunlight begins to fade my fingers are enjoying the rustic textures of Hebridean wool and minimally-processed Shetland wool pressed against deer antler bone and ram horn toggles and buttons. “The tactile delight of rough, rustic wool and smooth bone.” The flowing shapes of found deer antler tips, always …
A hydrangea cutting from last year decided to make Spring even more exciting by creating its first ever flower when nothing else bloomed in the garden. Brought indoors its single blossom came to be appreciated and admired all day long for weeks and weeks. Thanks to its beautiful influence this Spring I was drawn to …
Tha an fhuil làidir. The blood is strong. Harris Tweed and Shetland wool. Hebridean wool from our native sheep. Harris wool tagged by weavers captured for knitting.
Winter: frosty mornings and feeling fine
Stomping our boots on the rocks to shake off the first snow flurries, taking too-quick breaths that burn and tickle our lungs making us laugh and love the way the clean, sharp frosty air makes our bodies feel tingly and zingy.
Wrapped in warm and nurturing hand knitted loveliness our hearts are warm too on frosty mornings. We feel fine.
Winter and we are loving the change of colours from browns and greens and greys to white, white, white, black – and yes, greys – with bursts of berry red. All is quiet and blanketed in frozen water; ice and snow smooth our way.
Tonight there will be a bright fire burning red in the hearth, we will smile and sip coffee and maybe some mulled red wine and then there might be dancing or knitting, singing or storytelling – who knows what good times are on their way for all of us, including you?
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Tha an fhuil làidir. The blood is strong. Harris Tweed and Shetland wool. Hebridean wool from our native sheep. Harris wool tagged by weavers captured for knitting.