Tracing Rainbows

I wandered lonely as a clod, Just picking up old rags and bottles, When onward on my way I plod, I saw a host of axolotls; Beside the la...

If you read Sue's post yesterday, or Mary's , you will know there are some great poems out there celebrating April. I cannot agre...

That is the theme of this year's World Day Of Prayer, planned by the women of Nigeria. WDP always happens on the first Friday in March. ...

I was decluttering a file of household documents last week, and a delivery note fell out. With slightly strange wording "Delivery cause...

Covid prevented many important social gatherings - weddings, funerals, birthdays - and retirement events. I was sad that after 40 years in t...

As a small child, Remembrance Day meant standing with Mum in the cold, damp, misty weather, watching the solemn procession to the War Memori...

We had a workshop at our craft group on Monday, led by textile artist Linda Sadler .She told us how, in retirement, she had done an art cour...

Hands Up if you loved John Craven's Newsround. The first guy ever to read the news on BBCTV wearing a sweater! I was always so impressed...

I've always had a fondness for tins [and for  Tintin, my second favourite Belgian] Cocoa tins, biscuit tins, mustard tins... In 2012, Bo...

In contrast to my reflective, sombre November stitching all about remembering those we've loved and lost, Kirsten's piece is a riot ...

It is 235 years since Ben Franklin made this statement - most people only know the last seven words. It is not my place to comment on the US...

A lovely treat at the end of a busy week was my stitching from Sussex. I have a very strict order for 'unboxing' Kirsten's parce...