On 29 August 2021 I also wrote…
Did you think my wee swallows were finished in that last post? Well no! The one on the left needed a few wee extra stitches on his head… but now they are done and you see them in all their glory!
Tomorrow I will soak off the plastic that I use to keep me on track with the designs so we’ll see what it really looks like. We’ll also see if the embroidery threads are colour fast. Or not. Eek!
I haven’t told you how Mum describes my arrival in her memoirs have I? I was born at home and was 2 weeks late. Mum makes it clear that she was Not Happy that she’d had to feed the nurse who had been staying with us doing nothing while we awaited my arrival. Then the nurse had to go to another job, so off she went pretty much straight after I appeared.
I think I’ve written recently about being late. Yes here, if you’re interested.
I got some good news the other day, which I’m still smiling about. I’ll share it with you soon, but for now all you need know is that it took me entirely by surprise and it makes me see myself in quite a different light.
My main focus at the moment is this year’s #100DaysProject, which is a knitting project that I am designing and knitting day by day. It’s soothing in the way that knitting just is. And it’s also quite fun to see what it looks like – it feels a bit like gardening. When you plant something you know, in theory, what will appear, what will grow. But when it actually happens it feels like such a miracle. The same is true of my knitting project this year – it feels like an absolute miracle that I am creating this thing, that it starts as 8 individual balls of wool, nice wool, but just 8 balls, each containing 105m of delicious Shetland wool. And now it’s A Thing, full of pattern and coziness. And it will be wear-able. Eventually.
Anyway, off I go to do some more knitting. Or designing.
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Mostly these days on this blog I write about my relationship with Mum as she developed dementia. Gentle meditative stitching her old Fisherman’s Smock probably saved me when I nearly broke, giving me a focus and forcing me to carve out time when I could let everything go and just concentrate on those tiny stitches, instead of her deteriorating brain.
If you want to read more about this, then you could start here at Taking smock of the Situation. Or just dip in. After all, if I’ve learned anything this last few years it’s that chronology and time are less important than we might believe.
I would really appreciate it if you could make a donation towards Alzheimer Scotland. They’re doing stuff that makes living with this more bearable for so many people. Thank you, thank you, a thousand thank yous.
Shewolfinthevalley 
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