After a Decade of Blogging: Into the Future

After finishing my overview of the last decade of blogging, all kinds of questions came up.

On Blogging:
Why do I do it? How is it that I’m still blogging without losing enthusiasm for it after all this time?

At it’s most basic, it’s a record of what I’ve made that I can refer back to. If I don’t write about it, it’s easy to forget how much I’ve done, or the process I went through.

Would I still blog if it was private, so nobody but me could see it?

Probably. I keep a writing diary, too, and nobody sees that. But I like being able to show people what I’ve made when I’m out and about just by picking up my phone and searching for a post, and that someone might read something I posted about and be inspired to create.

Is it extra wear and tear on my hands and back that I ought to avoid?

Not really. I don’t write overly long posts – at least not very often. Mostly they’re a few paragraphs and a picture.

What have I learned from a decade of blogging?
Don’t be opinionated online – keep that for friends in person.

Any regrets?
That I didn’t try to get a couple of sock knitting designs published in a magazine.

On Craft and Art:

How does blogging change my attitude toward both?
It makes me accountable. If I write that I’m going to do something I’m more likely to do it – of if I fail, writing about it makes me consider what went wrong. Needing something to blog about can be the extra push I need to tackle or finish a project. I certainly need that when it comes to art!

What is more important to me: craft or art?
Art. Not that craft isn’t important, but I get a different kind of fulfilment from art that I think is more essential to my well being.

So why craft?
It’s stress-relief! And it gives me the satisfaction of finishing something when my art and writing projects take so long to complete.

Why tackle longer, more challenging craft projects then?
Because learning something new feels good and is good for my brain.

What have I learned from the last decade of craft and art?
Life’s too short for bad yarn!

Any regrets?
That I stopped regular weekly sketching.


Other observations:
I was very interested to see that the signs of growing repetitive strain injuries were there early, but I didn’t recognise them. Now I know that breaks are essential, as is staying physically limber and strong, and varying the kinds of movements I do – which justifies being a creative fidget!

Something I’ve had to learn over the last ten years is to avoid spending more time looking at craft and art on the internet than actually doing it. And not letting the internet (ahem, Pinterest) tell me what and how to create. It’s better to go seek information when I want it than be passively fed a stream of what some company’s dodgy algorithm thinks I want to see.

Is there another ten years of blogging in me? At this moment, I can’t see why not. So long as I have craft and art in my life I’ll want to record and share it. Physical limitations brought on by age might slow me down, but I suspect I’ll have the urge to create for many years to come.

A Decade of Blogging: Adapting to Change


Thanks to RSI in my hands, I gave up knitting.

Well, except for machine knitting on the Bond Ultimate Sweater Machine and the second hand Passap knitting machine I bought that year to make socks on. Weaving continued, and I tried straw, card and inkle weaving. At a convention I did my first weaving demo.

After revamping my jewellery storage, I started making and refashioning jewellery in a big way. I did more stamp-making and wrapping paper printing.

In 2011 I’d tried a method of crocheting around twine to make a basket. I noticed through the Stat Counter that the photos had been pinned on Pinterest. So I joined up and for a while there I was quite addicted to it.

Researching family history caught my attention for a while. Unfortunately I never went back to it.

At life drawing classes I started drawing heads in preparation to start portrait painting, but I abandoned Sketch Sunday.

It was a year of working out what I could and couldn’t do with my hands. I’m pleased to see it didn’t entirely limit my creativity, and led to exploring crafts I might not have tried otherwise. I’ve not used the Passap much after that year, unfortunately. My attention turned more toward weaving.


The year started in a reflective mood, with me adjusting my wardrobe to allow for some weight I’d put on. (A few months later I started the Fast Diet.) I discovered I have a heart condition (very minor, as it turns out, but I didn’t know that then) and became officially menopausal, so it was a year for health discoveries.

In craft, there was a lots of culling of things – bags, books, clothes – and questioning what I spend my time and energy on. The Bond and I got to know each other again, leading to a handful of rapidly made garments, the making of weights, and buying another machine to make the double width Mega Bond.

After buying and padding out a dress form, I re-lined a jacket, made a dress out of a postal sack, and sewed up a Regency gown. A couple of quilts and a day bed cover also got sewn. I was officially over my dislike of sewing.

I painted two portraits – or three if you count the test piece. During camping in December I used the ponchard box for the first time.

The embroidery bug caught hold of me, and stuck around.

In a kind of personal challenge, I set aside several weekend days to tackle the craft to-do list, concentrating on sewing, printing, dyeing, jewellery-making and bookbinding.

We went to Japan for eight days around Christmas and walked so much that I got plantar faciitis. So much for walking more to prevent osteoporosis!

It was definitely a year for fidgeting creatively, switching from one craft to another. But also of stretching myself to try new things.


Because of the plantar faciitis I couldn’t get about much for months. Maybe that’s why, in a moment of insanity, I decided to participate in the Handweavers & Spinners Guilds’ mystery box challenge. Far too many hours went into making a rather ugly fairy. Whenever I get a hair-brained idea now I ask myself ‘is this another ugly fairly project?’.

More refashioning, weaving, embroidery and jewellery-making happened through the year. I did three portraits and two ponchard box paintings.

Then we bought a house. And moved. Oh, so much moving house. And fixing up the old one. And renovating the new one. And clearing weeds. And expensive landscaping. By the end of the year I was utterly worn out.

I took stock of my craft materials and ambitions, and did some culling and planning. Lots of tackling projects that had languished for ages came about from this. There was also weaving, refashioning, embroidery and jewellery-making.

After getting pedals onto the table loom I decided to tackle more challenging weaving projects with finer yarn, making tea towels for Mum. I tried pin loom weaving and made a tapestry hat – all do-able in front of the tv.

Pinterest changed in a way I didn’t like which led to a big rethink about where I get inspiration and ideas from. I decided I didn’t need it, and at the worst it was directing my creativity rather than being a source of inspiration. I closed my account and don’t miss it at all.

I sprained my ankle badly in February. Fortunately, it was better by the time the garage permit came through, so we could get stuck into preparations, landscaping and gardening. Which were exhausting. It meant not much crafting happened for a while. When I finally had energy I decided to make ’100 cards by Christmas’.

At the end of the year I bought an 8 shaft Katie loom, deciding it was time my weaving got beyond twill and the occasional huck lace project.


I had my first weaving classes. Paul brought home an abandoned loom, and I fixed it and a friend’s loom up. But an old neck and back problem suddenly got much worse, and I’ve been struggling to get much craft or even work done since.


What a decade! Going over the last ten years’ blog posts has been very thought-provoking. It has me contemplating why I craft and make art – and blog about it. RSI restricts the type of craft I can do, and now this sudden worsening of my back problem has me questioning what I’ll be capable of, for work and creative fulfilment, into the future.

A Decade of Blogging: Creative Fidgeting


In the previous year I’d pondered whether I was a bit over knitting. Still, I did plenty, including the ‘Bernardathon’ (three knitting patterns by Wendy Bernard). There was weaving, too. And some natural dyeing.

At the start of the year I set myself a challenge called ‘Projects of 2010′ in which I tackled a photo album, floor rug, mirror frames from pegs and chopsticks, tea towel pillows, painting a wall with bubble wrap and turning half of a shop mannequin into a plant stand.

I got into recycling in a big way. I wove cassette tape! I fused plastic bags together by ironing. Toward the end of the year, after a short stint hand sewing and mending clothes, I discovered refashioning in a big way. With Paul’s help I made a duct tape dress form.

Lots of bookbinding & book art was explored in the beginning. Later I dove into printing, first by cutting up foam mats into stamps, then trying printing with a pasta machine.

I did a lot of soul searching over art, making a scrapbook and continued Sketch Sunday. I made a ponchard box, and mini paint tins.

The range of creative ideas I pursued that year amazes me now. It was a big year for exploration and invention.


I started the year with ‘Projects for 2011′, but I only got half of them done. Successes included reducing my silk painting supplies and making a certificate portfolio.

Sketch Sunday continued. I started life drawing classes. Later I participated in the Sketchbook Project (but was very disappointed the next year when they cancelled bringing it to Australia). I made an effort to sell some paintings.

We travelled to Europe for my work, and I bought only a little bit of yarn, keeping my suitcase as light as possible.

Lots of knitting, weaving and refashioning was done. Bookbinding seems to have dwindled, though. I tried more printing at the start of the year, but decided oil-based ink was too messy. I stuck with stamp carving and acrylic paints/inks, and made wrapping paper.

The year ended with the onset of RSI. My hands were so badly affected I couldn’t hold a tea cup. It turned my creative life upside down.

A Decade of Blogging: the Early Years

Today it’s ten years since I started this blog. Ten years! It wasn’t my first attempt at craft blogging. I’d been writing about knitting in my LiveJournal for a while, but I wanted a separate blog with the sort of functionality that Blogger offered. What prevented me was only having 1 hour of dial-up internet time a day, and at that speed uploading pics was impossible. When I moved in with Paul in 2005 I had access to broadband, which felt so luxurious.

I thought it might be interesting to do a review of the decade in the same way I do a review of the year each year. This has turned out to be epic, so I’ve broken it down into four posts.

My new blog was called Knitting and Chocolate. I only intended to write about fibre crafts, keeping more personal anecdotes on my private LiveJournal, but mentions of the house extension from hell snuck in now and then. It only took until August for me to get blog angst. My friends weren’t reading the blog and I wasn’t getting many comments. I decided that I was doing it more for me and as a record of what I make, and I’ve pretty much stuck to that philosophy since.

It was lucky I did, actually. Later in the year someone started a petition to a US yarn maker to sell their yarn in Australia, which inspired me to write what I thought was a helpful post suggesting Aussie alternatives. It got up some people’s noses. I might have quit blogging at that point, but I kept on for my own enjoyment.

Thankfully, there are more nice people in the online fibre community than nasty. It was a year of blog-based international swaps and challenges. My first Secret Pal was the fabulous Michelle who knit me a pair of socks and sent me thoughtful gifts. I took part in Project Spectrum, in which participants made something in a different colour each month. My first Knit From Your Stash started, too. I’d only been knitting for a few years and I already felt I had too much yarn.

It was a year of trying new things. My second post included photos of yarn I bought to weave on the Ashford Knitters Loom, which arrived a few weeks later. I got a spinning wheel later and had spinning lessons at the Guild. I attempted to podcast. I was terrible at it and I’m glad I didn’t pursue it. The thought of there being awkward rambling and opinion about knitting by me in the world is horrifying!

I’m intrigued to see I suffered from hand pain that year. The first indication of the RSI problems that were to come.

I thought most of these events were spread out over a few years. 2006 was a busy year, especially since I started blogging in March so it was only 10 months long, really.

I took part in Project Spectrum again, only this time I revisited a different craft for each month. This was significant because it inspired me to pursue some of them later, like bookbinding and printing. However, I decided later in the year that spinning really wasn’t for me.

It was also a year for lots of personal knitting challenges, like Knit From Your Books, Bust out of Your Box Sock Challenge (try interesting sock patterns), and Sockless Summer (making things other than socks from sock yarn).

One highlight of the year was that, while staying in Katoomba at a writers centre, I met the blogger David Reidy of Sticks & String.

And I joined Ravelry.

I got a lot of knitting done that year thanks to the house extension from hell – I needed a LOT of stress relief.


A blogger noted that knitters were abandoning blogs for Ravelry. I’m not sure if Ravelry was the reason, in retrospect. I suspect there was a natural fading of enthusiasm for blogs as new distractions like social media came along. But blogging still exists – as does LJ. As Facebook and Twitter probably will long after most people move on to the next big thing.

I knit a voodoo doll of the builder after he tried (summons withdrawn) to sue us after we sacked him. Oddly enough, we never heard from him afterwards!

I’d started a vague challenge to crochet to a pattern, but eventually decided it wasn’t my thing.

I started going to a local stitch’n'bitch. It was fun, but after a few years they moved it from a convenient local site to people’s homes and I made it to fewer and fewer of the meets.

We travelled to New Zealand and I came home with a suitcase full of yarn.

I bought an Ashford 4 shaft Table Loom. A lot more weaving happened in general that year, as I not only tried out the new loom but explored clasped warp and weaver-manipulated structures on the knitters loom.

I started the Personal Sock Club where I put yarn and a pattern in a bag and selected them at random, and the Socks for Others Club, where I knit socks for friends. I knit a lot of socks!

There was a lot of post-Black Saturday blogging. I made SES beanies, and wove a pile of scarves to donate.

Having passed on two old knitting machines that came my way over the previous couple of years, I decided to buy a Bond Ultimate Sweater Machine.

I joined Weavolution. Ravelry wasn’t allowing weaving projects to be added to the site. Weavolution was… well, it had a lot of catching up to do. Still has, unfortunately.

We travelled to Canada! I bought yet more yarn.

I tackled a bookbinding project – the photo album of the Canada trip – and played with paper craft. I started Sketch Sunday.

I turned 40.

At the end of the year I switched to WordPress and changed the blog title to Creative Fidget, deciding to blog about all my creative pursuits rather than just fibre craft.

Projects of 2015


First project finished in 2015 was the Bunny Mink Scarf with inlay.


It was a good month for weaving. We finally got the pedals on the table loom, which made weaving much faster.
However, the next rigid heddle project, the Memory Scarf, was tortuous to weave.


Paul and I put together a pair of Bedside Bookcases.


Not a project, but it felt like one: I left Pinterest. And never looked back except with relief.


I twisted my ankle badly, which is probably why the only project I managed for the month was the Stitchy Shirt.



I made a Shoe Modification ready for my trip to Europe.
A little less work and more down time on this trip, so I managed to stitch a
Beetle Pendant while I was travelling.



I made a Flamingo Pendant as a thank you present for a friend.
A post-trip bout of finishitis took hold, where I finished the Ribbon Scarf


Fair Isle Beanie
… and Paua Ruanna Collar.


A simple tweak turned my stiff I-cord Scarf into a relaxed, loopy scarf.


I finished the Silk Stripe Placemats.
Some knitwear and scarves were spruced up on Overdyeing Day.
I went a little overboard making a Gingerbread House.



Giving up on altering it yet again, I turned the Origami Bolero into the Origami Bolero Scarf and the sleeves of the Gift Yarn Jacket into the Gift Yarn Scarf.
After a sudden and intense love affair with a pin loom, the Neon Blue Blanket was born.


More weaving produced the Silksation Scarf.
And I replaced the sleeves of the Gift Yarn Jacket to make it the Blue Sleeves Jacket.


Craft Day among friends was Refashioning Day (dress & two tops) for me.


I tried a little simple knitting to make Capucine.


With the leftovers I made a Capucine Cowl.
An experiment with circular weaving resulted in the Tapestry Hat.
And my determination to try weaving with fine yarn meant I finally produced the Scary Tea Towels for my Mum.


Then I lived up to my blog name and, perhaps triggered by all the landscaping preparations, became a little obsessed with jewellery-making, refashioning old pieces to make the Washer Necklace and Tiger Tail Bracelet.


I finally used some paper beads to make Paper bead jewellery.


But the weaving continued, with another pin loom project, the Hunky Hank Shawl.
Colourful beads suggested to me a Tinkle Bracelet for a friend.
While for myself I made Seed Bead earrings & necklace, though by then the landscaping was nearing its end and the jewellery-making obsession had run it’s course.


A simple solution led to me finally finishing the Art Necklace.


I started 50 Cards by Christmas 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8-9, 9-10.



While way on a solo writing retreat, escaping the beginning of the new garage foundations work, I made some Inkle bands.
For the New Year, I bought myself a Katie Loom!
And I embellished a cardigan:


Overall, it feels like I got less craft done this year than usual. RSI and a sprained ankle held me back in February and March, and I was away for most of April and part of November. Then there was all the landscaping and garage preparations and ongoing tasks that ate up mornings and weekends.

Thanks to the latter, I was exhausted by the middle of November and behind schedule with work. I reconnected with both writing and craft during my solo writing retreat week. In fact, I learned something useful. Because I wanted to avoid a sudden increase of typing, which would lead to RSI, I did craft in the mornings – weaving and card-making which didn’t work my hands too much. By the afternoon I was relaxed and my mind had been working over the story while I crafted, so the writing went well. Since I’ve been home, I’ve been doing the same, with varied success. I can’t help that the garage build and various chores are a distraction, but I can avoid spending mornings stuffing around on the internet – which just adds to the wear and tear on my hands and back. It is hard to switch into work mode, however, when the craft project sucks me in and I don’t want to stop.

A lot of refashioning, modification and reusing of materials were part of projects in 2015. When I did try something new, it was in weaving mostly, and also a few jewellery projects. In both I finally tackled and/or finished a few very long term projects – the scary tea towels and art necklace.

I only finished one portrait this year thanks to starting classes two months late, though the second is close to finished. That’s disappointing, as I was aiming to do four.

This year’s aim with the house was to take a break from big projects and stick to small ones while the pool fence, landscaping and garage preparations were done. The pool fence was ridiculously stressful and complicated. The actual landscaping was fast and stress-free, but the preparations before and pre-mulch preparations afterwards took up far more time than I’d expected.

The garage project is slow and ongoing, but mostly Paul’s task so I’m free to chase the work deadline and craft in 2016. I’m in a much more optimistic frame of mind than I was six weeks ago. In fact, the silly season, which I usually find distracting, stressful and a bit lonely, felt like a welcome break and opportunity to get everything back on track.

Happy New Year!

Stress…… Relief

Last Friday morning WeBlow blew 45 cubic metres of mulch on the garden.


This means I can ignore the garden for six to seven months, apart from tackling weeds. There are still smaller jobs around the garden to do, but nothing on this scale.

What a absolute, profound relief.

After some work gigs on Friday and Saturday, I spent Sunday sitting in a chair, aching with exhaustion after sleeping for 12-13 hours. Thinking back over the last three months, we’ve done a heck of a lot of physical work. We’ve done it on weekends around social occasions and on weekdays in the mornings, pushing my usual morning work and domestic tasks into the afternoon and shrinking the time I have to write and putting me behind schedule.

It’s been stressful, too. First waiting for a planning permit, then preparing the site for the landscaping, then preparing the site for the mulch. Plans were made then constantly altered. Each day I either pushed us both to get out and do the work, or if sickness or inclement weather prevented us I used that time planning and organising. So many times I felt a bit desperate as I realise each job is going to take two, three or four times as long as I’d estimated. We did 8 to 10 hours of raking and digging over the embankment, post-landscaping, about that much just sweeping the muck off the court surface, and at least double on other tasks all together. All the while I was only too aware that the only way anything could be done by each project deadline was by taking time away from important things, like visiting my parents and work.

We also had a housewarming, two birthday parties and two dinner parties in that time. I guess we didn’t have to, but the housewarming happened early on, it would have been a shame not to celebrate Paul’s 50th, and I’d arranged the dinner parties when I’d given up on getting the permit. Thankfully we have good friends who offered to help out during the 50th, which made it less exhausting. It’s going to be a long time before I feel like having people over again, I suspect. Not because I don’t want to see my friends, but just thinking about the hour and a half of dishwashing I did after the last party makes visiting friends them rather than inviting them here far more appealing.

Now the organising and stressing falls to Paul, as the garage build begins. The concreter is one of these “we’ll start some time next week” kinds of tradies, which would drive me nuts. But Paul doesn’t seem bothered.

I slept for 9 1/2 hours last night and I’m feeling more rested, though I haven’t a lot of energy. I’m off to Supanova at the end of the week, which I’m looking forward to. Two of those to get through and I’m done with publicity and can concentrate only on writing.

Though there’s Christmas to get through. Actually, I think this is the first time in decades that it feels like I’ll be less busy rather than more – and I might not mind working through the holiday season so much either. It’s going to feel like a holiday, compared to the last year and a half!

Dreaming Big, Thinking Small

What with the preparations for the landscaping and garage, and the post-landscaping pre-mulch tasks, birthday parties, coming book publicity, Paul’s half year assessment, and the looming end of year madness, we’ve had rather too much on our minds lately.

My creativity gave a couple of coughs and twitches, then died.

This worn out brain can’t contemplate the WIPs. They’re all too large and involved. The only one I’ve managed a little time on has been the olive handspun fabric, because it’s easy plain weave and isn’t demanding on the hands.

The jewellery twitch has passed. It was good for producing short term satisfaction – a quick fix of achievement. I think I need that right now, so I’m looking for something else to provide it.

The printing supplies box came out a week ago. I usually make wrapping paper, but what I really need is a stash of greeting cards. So I’ve been cutting up cardboard and brainstorming. An idea came to me. I have doubts but haven’t talked myself out of it.

100 cards by Christmas.

Each one unique – no repeats. Some themed (wedding, Christmas, etc.) but most just simple cards that I can then stamp “Happy Birthday”, “Congratulations” or “Get Well Soon” inside as needed. Some using stamps, some not. Some that I can do while watching tv.

100 little achievements. I like the sound of that!

The Best Laid Plans

I took two weeks off recently, starting when the landscapers started work and 3000 title pages of my next book arrived to be signed. So not really a holiday, but a break from the writing routine. My mind needed it. My body… well, I don’t know.

Recently I asked my doc to investigate pain I’ve been getting in my hip and lower back, that my physio couldn’t explain or treat. An MRI later and it turns out I have a perineural cyst. The good news it isn’t life-threatening. The bad news – at least according to Doctor Google – is they don’t go away. I’ll be seeing a neurologist in a few weeks to get the official lowdown.

General advice out there is to avoid prolonged sitting or standing. I’ve found that I’m quite comfortable while being active. In fact, I’d noticed for a while now that I get very fidgetty when I try to sit and work. I want to be active, and I figured that was a good thing.

At the beginning of my break I injured my right hand while sweeping, so to ensure I’d get the title pages signed I had to avoid using my hands as much as possible. So no using hands, no sitting or standing for long periods… I nearly went out of my mind with boredom by the end of the first week.

I had to find something to occupy my mind. Once the landscapers were done I could leave the house, so I went to the Horticulture and Gardening Show on a very humid Friday. The next Sunday we headed to the Royal Botanic Gardens to take portrait reference photos of another friend. I’d forgotten how fabulous the gardens are and now want to go back and wander around some more. The following, much cooler Friday I joined friends on an op shop crawl.

Trouble is, all that activity was also wearing me out. My body started begging for a rest.

By the end of the second week I’d figured out that I could occupy my mind with researching plants for the courtside garden. This involved sitting at the computer, but also lots of getting up to grab books or photograph things, and not a lot of typing.

First I took six photos of the courtside garden and got Paul to create a panorama. Then I went virtual plant shopping. Once I found a suitable plant that I liked, I’d find it on Google Images, take a screen grab, open the file in Photoshop and delete the background. That would be inserted into a layer of the panorama file at around the right size, with a label added. Then I was able to duplicate and move the plant around.

This is what I ended up with after a couple of days:

Courtside Plant Plan

It’s very roughly done, but it doesn’t have to be fancy. It just has to give me something to play with between now and next autumn, when planting can begin.

Turning a Corner or Three

Spring is definitely in the air, despite it still being technically winter. Plants are waking up. Weeds are sprouting everywhere. Two weekends ago we put in what I hope will be the first plant that doesn’t end up dug up again: a mandarin tree a friend gave us for our housewarming. We also transplanted some rhododendrums and, the weekend after, spread half of a huge pile of mulch.

Last week I decided that I was tired of waiting for the garage planning permit and would focus on getting the kitchen garden finished, so we felt like we were getting something done. It was last on my list of areas to landscape, though in my original plan now was when I’d planned to tackle it – I just expected to have had the rest of the garden sorted by now.

So I made a list of tasks to be done and began with sourcing raised garden beds. I did a whole lot of online searching and I tried to buy corrugated iron ones from two companies, but the website of one didn’t work and the other never rang me back. I wound up buying cheap pine beds from Bunnings and got Paul to cut down some drums he’d bought for a photography project a year or so ago.

Of course, the day after I wrote out my plan and bought seed potatoes, some herbs, soil, compost and pine garden beds, the permit came through. With some amendments, but we essentially have approval to build a garage.

So I cut the kitchen garden plan back to doing only what I bought materials and plants for. That is: potatoes and mint grown in the drums, and herbs in the pine beds. The paving and gravel will have to wait.

Then Paul checked a few details with the council yesterday, and it turns out that we can’t start on the garage – and the garden beside it – until the amendments have been stamped.

So I figure I’ll get to work in the kitchen garden and see how far I get. Today I filled the first of the potato drums, which I’m setting up as wicking beds. I didn’t have enough scoria for the base of the second one, so that’s top of the to-do list.


In the bases I planted two kinds of mint: spearmint and common. They can spread out and aren’t in danger of infesting garden beds.


I dug a big square hole to set the first of the three pine garden bed into, loosening up the soil and covering it with straw mulch for now.


Being inside the cat run, their main function is as cat toilets. We finally had a cat door put in a few weeks ago. Since then we’ve had the litter box sitting outside as the first step of training him to ‘do his business’ outside.


So far just getting him to go outside at all has been a bit of a battle of wills.


I’m not sure what to make of this winter. Normally I like winter. Yet while it was the warmest June on record, but it didn’t seem like it – perhaps because there were some very cold nights and frosty mornings either side of the unseasonably warm days, perhaps also because we’re discovering how hard it is to keep warm a house with no insulation. Thankfully, we have insulation installers booked to fix that this week, so the house may get more comfortable soon.

July has felt unbearably wintery. The head cold didn’t help. I was well enough to go on an interstate trip the weekend before last, but came home exhausted. It was followed by a week with two social outings I couldn’t really cancel, so I skipped art class in order to be rested enough for the first, and cancelled all plans for last weekend so I had time to get over the second.

I’m feeling a lot better for the rest, too. I read a while back that we’ve lost the art of convalescense. That we dive back into the demands of everyday life before we’ve truly got over an illness, instead of easing back into our full routine.

Though I feel like I need to hibernate for the rest of the year, I’m setting my sights on spending the weekends of August convalescing. I’ll be curling up in sunbeams like a cat, reading books, and doing a little weaving or stitching or sewing when I have the energy.

Until I can’t stand the sight of the weeds any more, that is.