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Still….

I will post the last of the stitches from Found Poetry next week, after I have found or caught a wave!  The stitch is Crest of the Wave – a beautiful old shetland stitch that I have used often – coming soon. In the meantime I am in another photo scavenger hunt.  I was talking […]

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Cloisters

The first stitch I posted a picture for was the Cloisters. I really just looked at the stitch and admired how it resembled the arch of a cloister.  Here is the stitch again. I have since then done some research on cloisters to add a little more meaning to the stitch. Cloisters are essentially covered

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Impregnated by the wind…….

OK I think that I have done it again –  started an idea that has taken on a life of it’s own.  There was something about the concept of the wind fathering, in this case flowers – Anemones, daughters of the wind, that made me think of the creative power of the wind. The Ancient

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Anemone – Daughter of the Wind

Anemones are beautiful flowers with a beautiful name.  Equally lovely is the Anemone stitch in knitting.  Anemones are actually a member of the buttercup family, though some stories have them related to the Poppy. Anemones grow in rich jewel colours – blues, purples and reds.  Red is actually the predominant colour. In greek mythology, it

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Knit it again, Sam…..

…or how to be memorable in how you say, what you say.  I came across an article in the paper this morning on famous movie lines and why they have become memorable. It seems that a few computer scientists from Cornell University analyzed scripts from over 1,000 movies; fed them into a computer and had

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Serviceberry

The Serviceberry is in bloom, more specifically, the Downy Serviceberry is in bloom.  I love the name Serviceberry. It is a tree or sometimes a shrub that is native to southern Ontario and parts east and south – probably Carolinian rather than Boreal forest areas, which stretch east to the maritimes and south to the

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On the naming of cats

Hunter in repose I am reading the story of Dewey, the world famous library cat.  My sister-in-law sent it to me from Edinburgh. She is also a “cat” person.  It’s the story of a kitten who somehow got into the drop box of a library one bitterly cold night in Spencer, Iowa. I am only

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“I Did It…”

I randomly ran across this bumper sticker to-day.  It was displayed (proudly) on a small “smart car” parked near my work.  I am still not sure whether it was actually a positive comment on the owner’s life style or a wry joke on the demands of modern (read Nike) life style.  Anyway I took it as

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Evensong…..

I was posting today on V7N an on-line web community because someone had asked for a cure for writer’s block.  It’s a tough ailment and as many of us know there are few things that can claim to be the EX-LAX of the thought process. Anyway, one of my suggestions was to use a quick

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A cat called Marzipan…..

Marzipan – that sweet almond paste – divides the world into two groups – those who hate it and those who love it.  I happen to LOVE it. I especially like croissants stuffed with marzipan, Christmas cake iced with it, candies filled with it and confections shaped in it……I could go on. Well you can imagine

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