I recently found out what happens when you Disobey the washing instructions on a woollen top. Whoops! It shrunk and felted itself into a small, matted mess.
However it was a beautiful Autumnal, rich deep red colour and a warm, soft texture and I can’t bear throwing things away, so I couldn’t resist keeping it to see what I could do with it.
This is how I re-imagined and re-loved my shrunken jumper…
The great thing about felted knits is that you can cut them without having to hem the edges. So I thought I’d have a go at creating a scarf/hood type thing for myself.
I cut the sleeves off and around the buttons in a kind of pointy way, obviously, being me, there was no template, measuring or symmetry. This is what I like to think of as a very organic (chaotic) way of creating!
I tried it over my head and decided it needed another point so I used the off cut bit from the back of the jumper between where I’d cut the points and stitched it on. It looks a bit weird played out like this but once it’s draped over my shoulders it looks ok. I had a ball of wool in complementary colours so I added a crocheted edge.
It was a bit tricky to get the crochet needle through the felted knit so I used a skewer to help.
I added a scalloped edge to the other end (that used to be the bottom of the jumper and is now the edge of the hood). I love the way this wool subtly changes colour throughout.
This is the finished result, I’m looking forward to wearing this when it gets colder. It’ll liven up my boring winter coat too. I may crochet a matching flower corsage to pin to it.
I love it when I save something from going into landfill and create something useful with it instead.
I’ve recently been playing around with using my paintings and the words I receive with them to create inspiring and uplifting images (I think people call them memes?).
I used to worry that people would think I’m Peculiar if I shared these ideas and feelings that come to me and that I’d be judged on what I said, wrote and did. But as I’ve got older I’ve learned to embrace not only own my uniqueness, but everyone else’s too. This is who I am, these are my thoughts and ideas and this is what I create. If people like what I create thats great. Of course there will be some people who don’t like or understand what I do and and that’s fine, it’s not meant for them and there’s so much else for them to enjoy because theres a lot of people out there expressing themselves in wonderful ways.
Wishing you joy in being you.
There is nothing on earth that is worth more to me that my family. Time spent with them is Priceless.
We’re not perfect and we have to put thought, effort and time into maintaining a harmonious family relationship, but it’s worth every moment of struggle, confusion, compromise and patience.
We make the time most weekends to go for a walk together. It brings us together and gives us a neutral place to discuss stuff and share whats going on in our lives as well as the time and space to just muck about and laugh together. This time is precious to me; I’m aware that there will likely come a time that the boys don’t want to do this with us anymore. Hopefully this time spent putting in firm foundations with them now will pay off as they grow up and become more independent.
According to the law of attraction, our thoughts are Magnetic. Our thoughts become our reality by manifesting. Like attracts like so it’s important to exude the vibrations that you’d like to attract. For example if we value peace and harmony but focus our thoughts on drama and gossip (which is more often than not disharmonious), we are not aligning our thoughts and actions with our values and will be attracting to our lives that which we are giving attention to instead of what we really want.
Raise your vibration by getting out in nature, taking time out to relax, meditation, yoga and other energy moving exercises, helping others, caring for the planet and having intentional, positive thoughts.
Focus on things that make you smile, uplift your mind, relax your body, things that you are grateful for and what makes you feel well, balanced and happy.
Sending you happy vibes,
I have a very clear memory of having a sudden realisation at the age of eleven, that now I had become a woman, my body moved with the moon and the earth. I felt part of something vast and mysterious. It intrigued me that women who spend a lot of time together usually end up synchronising and bleeding together and we quite often bleed with the full or new moon, it’s as though our bodies know stuff that we don’t. I’ve tried listening to and tuning in to that secret and sacred knowledge on and off ever since
It’s a journey that excites and intrigues, I discover layer after layer, peeling away old beliefs and self imposed constraints. I discover and dissolve false opinions and stigmas and in doing so heal myself and my ancestral Mother line.
The journey no longer scares me like it used to, I revel in each new discovery, I am finding so many ways to express and honour my true essence.
It’s a beautiful journey and the best thing is there is no wrong way because the destination is myself.
Being Solitary is not always a bad thing. It’s important to spend time alone, with your thoughts. It gives you a chance to get to know yourself, check in to see how you are doing, gain perspective, change old ways, make new goals and to just enjoy being.
I find it empowering to be totally alone and realise that I’m ok. I hope that my children feel the same sense of comfort as they learn to be self reliant and independent. All we can do as parents is love our children unconditionally and do our best to prepare them. I love to see my boys testing themselves and discovering joy in what they learn and achieve. Learning to be comfortable in their own company is important too. One of my highest hopes for them is that they feel happy in their own skin.
Wishing you peace and joy in your self.
I love shiny, sparkly things, maybe I should have been a Magpie? I also love recycling things so I saved these little jars that came filled with yummy pudding and made them into tea light holders.
First I painted them with glass paint, using several shades of each colour and swirling them together to get a nice effect. I baked them in the oven to set the glass paint then enjoyed choosing the shiny glass beads in lovely jewell colours to match the glass paint. I threaded them onto jewellery wire and clamped them into place with those little clamp beads (I’m sure they have a name but I can’t remember it!) and my jewellery pliers.
I didn’t take a photo of them in daylight but I gave them to a friend and took pictures when she had lit them.
I have wanted to curl up, turn my back to the world and bury my head in the sand. I want to ignore what’s going on in the rest of the world and I’m privileged that I can. I can turn off the news and choose not to see the ugly hatred and I’m lucky that it doesn’t reach me. Because I have white skin so I’m not judged by my skin colour or treated differently because of it. And I live in an area where the majority of people really couldn’t care less about race, or at least it doesn’t come up, it’s not talked about. whether thats because it’s not an issue or because it’s under the surface I don’t know, because as I said, it doesn’t affect me. I didn’t ask for this privilege but I have it through accident of birth. As much as part of me would like to say ‘that’s not my fault so why should I care?’ I do care.
As much as I’d like to say It doesn’t affect me because I can switch the TV off; it does affect me.
It does affect me. It fills me with shame, it feels icky and uncomfortable and sad. I am bewildered by the level of hatred that people feel over something as arbitrary as skin colour. It scares me and I want to hide from it.
That’s the honest truth, and I have tried hiding from it. I’ve turned off the TV and not read the news but it’s still there and I still know it’s happening. It may be thousands of miles away from me but I can still feel it. So it’s time to Unfurl , pull my head out of it’s cosy patch of sand and speak about it.
To even write the term ‘white supremacy’ makes me feel physically sick, I am actually shaking as I write this as I just can’t fathom how humans can feel such a way about their fellow humans. It doesn’t make sense to me. I love the rich diversity that is the human race. I’m interested in people; all people. I respect and celebrate differences, they’re not a source of fear to me. I just don’t understand how the human race can be as advanced as we are in some ways and so backwards in others and still have such ridiculous ideas about race. We are one race; the human race.
I don’t know what I can do from my privileged corner of the world to make any change. I blog about respecting others and talk about living and loving alongside each other as one big Human family. But the truth is when it comes to it I don’t know what to do. How can I make a difference? how do you convince people with such deeply entrenched beliefs and hatred that there is another way? and how can I do it from here?
I don’t know what I can do and it feels helpless but I am adding my voice to the thousands of others who are standing up against racism, hatred and violence.
I’ve always loved the Mandela Quote that Obama tweeted recently (I’m not on twitter but my husband told me), it is so true. I have worked with children for many years and they love much more easily than they hate. I hope that the children witnessing the hatred being exposed right now in the world will have the strength and sense to see it for what it is and will have the courage to rise above it and build a better future for the planet. I hope that the next generation will follow their instincts and love instead of hate.
I am sending out love and hoping and praying for peace and harmony for ALL people on earth. It feels a bit pathetic to share a few quotes and talk about love in the face of something so huge and ugly and terrifying but it’s something that I can do. It’s better than silence. It’s one more voice.
Cave of Priestesses
Deep and dark, strong and bright,
Women of fire;
Sparks in the smoke,
Feet in the Earth.
Dancing life with Wisdom;
to our rhythm.
Carried you in our belly,
Nourished you at our breast,
We walk within you still,
We are the fire that inspires you.
We are the water within you;
pulled buy the moon.
We can be heard in your song,
Our beat pulses in your dance,
Our rhythm is in your blood.
The dust of our bones is your ground,
plant yourself there
Stephanie Drane 2017
I don’t often share my channelled words but I was recently prompted to do so.
© Stephanie Drane 2017