Margaret Rose Stringer's Blog, page 37

You have to have feeling

It is not enough to know your craft – you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but for us imagination is worth far more. Edouard Manet So there you are: you’ve been told – and by a master.   :)   And it’s true, of course: ask any dedicated person who knits or crochets – or…

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Oh my – 87,000 followers !

Here’s a crochet person who seems to have done pretty well with her blog … [gasp !] It’s a lovely, calm kind of blog, in which she talks patterns and stitches, inter alia.  I have a terrible weakness for collecting stitch patterns: check out my collection in Bookmarks … (You see my link to all…

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Effie and Phyllis

My Brisbane friend DMN, who comes down to visit every so often (is that friendly, or what ?!), once brought with her a medum-sized pot containing soil and a strange, long, green … thing. It was a bit like a three-cornered spear; and about 20 cm long (high ?). She handed it over and told…

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Moving on down the line …

There are several things I’m really interested in other than crochet and knitting – or should I say, as well as C&K. These include gardening; at which I am embarrassingly bad, bugger it. Since arriving in this town at the end of April 2016 I’ve lived in no less than five different units; and my…

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It’s been almost 5 years

And during all that time, I’ve been visiting blog-sites of knitters and crocheters and often wishing I had my own blog once more, so that I could talk about them and their craft/s. And there is always, I’m sorry to have to admit, a bit of a need to simply rave on about — something.…

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A re-start after nearly 5 years

Everything new is old again.

My header image is of part of Sydney Harbour — a view I pondered upon every morning during my 45′-long walk around Pyrmont’s wharves. That was around … oh, 8 or so years ago; and I must assume with sadness that this particular view doesn’t exist any more. Nor would most of the CBD, almost next to which Chic and I lived for 13 years, and I for 10 more after he died.

I’m not that person any more – just as everyone gradually changes, so I have done. I live down in so...

Try to imagine …

Having a quasi-feral mog; one from a litter of strays that were all going to be put head down in a bucket but were saved by a soft-hearted woman (you’re quite correct – it was not I) who passed one of them to me, needy as I was of a cat. No way I could’ve shared a dwelling with a person; but a cat ? – perfect.

Imagine him growing under my “care”. This alternated, I will admit, between giving him squashing hugs and loud kisses, and shouting at him to leave me alone. I don’t think this would’ve...

Already I’m in love

This PLACE ! – this SUBURB ! – these BIRDS !

I can say with certainty that I have not been so happy since Chic died. He’d be tickled pink.   

Tomorrow I move for the 5th time

And I mean since I came down to Geelong, at the end of April 2016.

There aren’t too many things to be said about such insanely peripatetic behaviour. So don’t even try to think of a response.

Five different addresses in 2 years. And only one I’ve been happy in – for a while. Before the neighbour on the other side of a common wall began with the insufferable noise.

Of course the problem is that with my more than somewhat limited income (the age pension), it’s not possible to rent a nice place....

Stopped with the Beginners

But should I have …?

They gave me stuff to do that irked me: change my titling ? — I don’t think so.

Drop in on the neighbours ? — I so loathe having people turn up unexpectedly that I really don’t have the words, so why would I be welcome ?

Oh — you mean, visit blogs ?! Now, that’s the reason I stopped blogging all those years ago: I didn’t have the time or the inclination to read only the gods know how many other posts. I mean, there are people who followed me for reasons I never grasped, a...