My adopted mum was old enough to be a grandmother (when 55 seemed like 75 rather than being called mid-life) which is how I ended up with knitted wear straight onto the skin too. I feel such kinship reading this. ❤️
Ohhhh the cosiness. I close my eyes and am standing in your drawing room with you and Sammy and your brother, candles flickering, waiting for the lupins 🩵
Your brother was a bank robber? So many questions!
I feel a strange impulse to whittle something after reading this. (I’m not up to building a cabin.)
Yes. And it’s part of a bigger story I’m figuring out how to tell 😉
The whittling impulse makes perfect sense.
Yep. My mum knitted my vests too.
Only girl in the changing rooms in fourth year with no bra and homemade underwear.
Oh Anne, yes. You too?!
My adopted mum was old enough to be a grandmother (when 55 seemed like 75 rather than being called mid-life) which is how I ended up with knitted wear straight onto the skin too. I feel such kinship reading this. ❤️
Just thank you, you made me smile and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that today 💕… also where do I find pallet man? 😁
That's wonderful to hear Jaimie!
There are three pallet men links in the footnotes and the one to Erik and his wood chopper link is in the piece. Enjoy. ☺️
Thank you! How did I miss them ? 🤦♀️
A bank robber?!?!
A man of many talents.
Ohhhh the cosiness. I close my eyes and am standing in your drawing room with you and Sammy and your brother, candles flickering, waiting for the lupins 🩵
Exactly that liminal state Lou — nothing finished, everything flickering. Sammy approves of this accurate reading. The lupins are taking their time. 🩵