String Revolution

Why, why, why did I think it would be easy to write blog posts while we were away in California? I even drafted some (of which I managed to publish just one), but all thoughts of a regular habit – of any kind, not just blogging – went quickly out the window once we got there.

Blame the residents’ pool and jacuzzi. (Look, it’s more fun than blaming a small apartment and turbulent children.)

And on the other side of the coin, why did I decide to wait until I got home to write this post? Eastbound jet lag, my friends, is bad enough when you’re left alone to get over it in your own body. When you’re sharing it with your children, it’s. Hor. Rific.

Actually, there’s another reason why I’ve been so silent here. I’ll get to that.
Continue reading What I Did On My Holidays

This is my beloved Singer sewing machine, in which I am well pleased.

I think it was my friend Caro who first told me that you can go to the Singer site and enter your machine’s serial number to find out where and when it was made.

Mine’s a 1953 model, it turns out, made at the Clydebank factory in Scotland.
Continue reading A Girl’s Best Friend

I’ve always struggled with the elastic dimensions of future time.

You know – the way Next Tuesday, say, can attain such mythical status in your mind that it becomes a cauldron, a vat, a veritable corrie lake of possibility, just waiting for the giant sponge of your swingeing creative efficiency to come galumphing over the horizon and suck out every last drop?

Maybe that’s just me.
Continue reading The Revolution So Far