What I’ll miss, and a bit of what I won’t.

I moved a few months ago. My parents, who love their grandchildren and hate driving, took only a few moments to decide that they would like to move too. They had always wanted to retire to the seaside. My Dad who has always had truly awful hayfever is hoping that the fresher air down by the sea will give him an easier time in the summers to come. I was so chuffed. They found a house, literally round the corner from us and it’s really happening in just a few weeks. I am thrilled to bits with the prospect of child care on tap, someone I can pop round to for a cup of tea, the chance for my parents to watch their grandchildren grow close too, and the large covered outdoor area their new place will have (perfect for drying clothes outside in all weathers – my word what a very mundane thing to look forward to).

I’ve been looking forward to it so much I haven’t really thought about what I’d be saying goodbye to. They are moving from the family home and I’m up for my last visit. I will have next to no reason to come to the village I grew up in, and I will be saying goodbye to the house I spent the majority of my life thinking of as home. I am sitting in my old bedroom looking out of the window at the crop of apples on the cooking apple tree which I climbed, fell out of, and climbed again for whole chunks of my childhood summers. I remember looking out at this view on my wedding morning, from about 4am – nerves.

I think I could say goodbye to all these things without too much sadness. The village is actually now a suburb of London, it’s tiny roads groaning under the weight of so many cars that it regularly gridlocks round the schools. The house is just a house, and who other than the extraordinaryly well off can expect to show the kids the home they grew up in. But the tree, that breaks my heart a bit. Because the new buyers were asking whether it had a tree preservation order on it, and were obviously thinking of cutting it down in order to make the garden as low maintenance as possible.

Saying goodbye to this old tree will be sad, but the rest of it is going to be good, so if I am feeling a bit teary I’ll keeping humming ‘oh I don’t like to be beside the seaside’ just like my dad is at the moment.b

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What I’ll miss, and a bit of what I won’t.

I Cord Necklaces

I have had an idea in my head for awhile. I like knitted jewellery, especially made out of something simple like an I cord. But if you knit two together it just comes out a bit bulky for my tastes. I have made then using t shirt yarn, and my own I cord but they always make me feel like I’m wearing a mini scarf. It’s due to the weight of the yarn on the back of my neck. So I’ve been looking into combining knitting with jewellery so it’s just a light chain on the back of your neck. It’s meant learning some new skills and trying to buy different supplies, but I’m pleased with the results.

I managed to distract little one from go jetters for long enough to get a shaky snap of her wearing one of the prototypes. She seems to like it.

I Cord Necklaces

Beach Clean and New Direction

We did a beach clean over the weekend. It was heartening to find that the beach was nearly spotless. One of the other litter pickers quipped that someone else had been out and done it the day before. The mist came in and it looked spooky and beautiful.

I’ve also been working on the knitting machine. I’ve got a few new patterns in a Celtic knotwork style. I’m trying to decide what to turn them into, hats, mittens, scarves, snoods, cushion covers. It’s going to be fun to make and try to sell a few things again. It would feel good to fire up the business again.

Beach Clean and New Direction