Love my #topnine. A reminder of this crazy-amazing year and the promise of more to come. There’s photos here from the U.K., Switzerland, Austria, Italy, Slovenia and Croatia. My most travelled year ever. One to tell the grandson about when he gets older – we’ll fill his head with wild tales from abroad and hopefully take him on a few when he gets bigger. Last year I deleted Insta, Twitter & FB as they were becoming a burden instead…
It’s strange how the world sometimes clicks into focus almost by accident. More and more I’m coming round to the idea that it’s about believing in the process, letting go of everything and having faith that I will find a way forward while taking that leap. It’s not a smooth path. It’s not even a path. A path assumes that someone has been there before to carve a way. This way means that unexpected hurdles, pitfalls and mental caverns…
I’m quite happy being solitary. As I get older I crave it more. When I was younger I’d want company but then would have to drink a silly amount before I could feel comfortable. There was always the ‘should’ element to it: I should be going out more; I should be more sociable; I should have more friends. As I got older and discovered poetry I realise I took some of that into my art: I should write like…
A few years ago I knitted this poncho (using Rowan Drift wool). It took about 18months because the first time I finished it the neckline was wonky. I took it to my nan and asked her to help me fudge it so it would look right. She told me straight: “Sophie, it’s wrong so you’ll just have to unravel the whole of the neck and the front left shoulder and redo it, otherwise you’ll never wear it and it’ll…