There’s no plan B

At the church that I attend regularly there is no minister.  It’s been that way for about 4 years now. However what it has given opportunity for is that we get different preachers each week.  We do have a few regular ones and today at church we were blessed to have Steve preach at church.

I love his services. He chooses hymns that are slightly different and he always brings his guitar.  However it’s his sermons that always get me thinking and often for days afterwards I’m still pondering what he said.

Today’s topic “There is only plan A”.  Focusing on Matthew 5 13-16  in these verses Jesus reminds me that I am the light of the world.  I reflect the light. When God made me He made me perfect as part of His plan.  Therefore there is no plan B. Just plan A.

The words were very powerful.  It’s given me many thoughts that I will write down in my personal journal over the next few days.

If you went to church today what was your sermon about?

So you’ve discovered sock knitting


I can only do toe up. However I must not buy any more sock yarn till I have knitted up a few more pairs :)

Originally posted on Knitting to Stay Sane:

Since I’ve been chattering a bit about socks lately, I’ve had a few folks ask me a bit more about the whole sock knitting thing. If you are relatively new to this whole experience (perhaps you came to knitting sometime after the great Sock Knitting Renaissance of the late ‘aughts) then let me pull up a chair and drop you a few suggestions. Sock knitting is not for everyone (or rather, it is not everyone’s favourite thing ever), but it’s nice to at least try something once to see for sure if it’s not for you, and if you’re in the try-something-at-least-once phase, here are a few little bits of knowledge, from me to you.


Start simple.

So, since we did have that great Sock Knitting Renaissance of the late ‘aughts, when it seemed like everybody was knitting socks all the time and if you weren’t knitting socks you must…

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Wowligan (wee owligan)


Love the owl jumper! Good news for people with small people :)

Originally posted on Kate Davies Designs:


Hooray! Hooray! Wowligan is here today!


Apparently owl cardigans are much easier to dress a wee one in than owl jumpers and I’ve been asked about the possibility of such a pattern many times. . . one can never have too many owls, so I decided to make it. The Wowligan is basically a mini Owligan, knit up in a sport-weight yarn and carefully resized to baby and kid proportions.


Like the Owligan, Wowligan uses an all-in-one piece circular yoke construction and is knit from the bottom-up. The pattern includes a choice of charted or written instructions for working the cables, and comes with the option of knitting the sleeves flat, or in the round. It is a great pattern for any beginner knitter.


The pattern comes in 8 sizes, from 6 months to 10 years, and uses Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, which is a great yarn for kids…

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Simplicity is being me.


It’s important that we spend time finding out who we are in Christ.

I should spend more time doing this!

Thank you to Alienhippy for reminding me of a few things. Xx

Originally posted on Alienhippy's Blog:

Photo taken with my mobile

Being Still, making the time to find who I am in Christ, “Listening through the Loops” that are constantly cycling in my head from the hectic run of life. Being Still is something that I really need. I’ve come to realise that I’m not made to be constantly stressed, I don’t work well when my mind is constantly looping with emotional overload or any form of anxiety.

I sometimes find myself filling all the gaps in life with things that don’t really need to be there. I try to avoid all the silent moments and it’s almost like I’m afraid to not keep busy. It’s only when I actually make myself stop, be still, ponder and reflect that then I see clearly. I see that I can sometimes add worries and stress and make myself a lovely lot of my own confusion.

I wrote a…

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This picture tells a story


Okay so the picture shows the remnants of my baking today.  I have been busy making cakes for an event this weekend.  I live in a terrace and the kitchen is a galley one. We are doing a lot of work in the garden and replacing the fence with help from the neighbours.

When hubby came back from work this morning (he’s on early shift this week) he got changed and went out into the back garden. This meant he had to pass me whilst I’m in the kitchen making the cakes. Back and forth. 

I had finished one batch and was in the middle of the second batch. Since I’m baking for an event I was doubling up the amounts of ingredients.  I was in the middle of counting out the amount when he came in and asked me to do something.  “I can’t now!” Was my response “I’m in the middle of baking”

This interruption rattled me. Everything then seemed to go wrong. I ended up putting in too much mixed spice into the mix. Also the mixture seemed very stiff. Why? I was trying to work out.  My anger was bristling.  I was working out what to say to him if he interrupted me again. The cakes went into the oven and I heard the door open.

“You’ve been productive! :)” Hubby says. Grrr!  Is my response.  He then starts saying how clever I am, how wonderful and beautiful I am. How glad he’s married me. My anger evaporated and I don’t do anger well I get very weepy.  So my tears start falling and he gives me a big hug and a kiss.

“I’ve made a mess and it’s gone wrong” I wail.

“It’s okay.  I know you do the muppet Swedish Chef thing. I’m sure the cakes will be alright”. He reassures me some more before going back out the door.

I clean up and making a brew for us all. Later on after the cakes have cooled I cut us both a piece.  “It’s very crumbly” I comment. “It is a bit” he agrees “but it’s delicious” As we talk about where the cake has gone wrong I realised I miss counted the eggs. I needed two extra.

He apologises for disturbing me.  I thank him for his kind loving words and that’s what this picture reminds me of.

Prevention is better than cure


I’m beginning to fall in love with having handmade socks. As yet I’ve not had to darn them.

Making notes though. …just in case ;)

Originally posted on Recipe For A Yarn:

I’m having a very productive bank holiday weekend indeed. There has been bread baking, spinning, plying and erm, *cough* sock mending.

I’m quite, completely and utterly rubbish at the sock mending malarkey. Socks tend to sit ignored for a while in my craft box while I procrastinate for an age or three before reluctantly attempting to mend them. I think my lack of darning skills has a lot to do with the procrastination. I did think that buying my nifty little vintage darning loom might help but I found the instructions quite baffling. One day I hope to do a course with Tom Van Deijnen and then magically it might all click into place but I fear I might soon run out of socks in the meantime.

While I was botching mending one of my socks it occurred to me that perhaps the answer lie in reinforcing the socks before…

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