More, And Now

It is my birthday today and I am spending it doing all my favorite things.

More of this doodling, yes, I have found that others do it too, and there is even a book written about it, it is called doodle stitching.

Reading,

A favorite poem to share by Lauris Edmond

Wellington Letter

More and more she cries, at two years

old, and more again- more plums more

trees more nests and eggs ( and squawking

hens) more pips and melons dribbling

from more lips, more dancing on the roof

more night more day, sun splintering

through cracks of early morning doors,

more floors more bare feet curling on

their woody sheen, more arms and elbows

toes, and breasts, more white and smooth

more round and small, more slips of grassy tips and petal shine, more

gold and black and rosy, smell of feathers

warm,wet,more scrape of gravel, kiss

of dust, more soft sour sharp-sweet,

more shooting stars more midnights,

milk and apples, mountains, cats' meows

and mornings - more, she says. And now.

I do believe that even though I have turned fifty two today, I am still very much the two year old in this loved poem. The "smell of feathers" reminds me of a dear little blue budgie I had as a pet when I was a young girl. His name was Nickie, and he would perch on my finger and allow me to kiss him, and I would breathe in deeply the smell of his warm feathered little body. Delicious.

I have had some birthday surprises already in the post, look at this from Melissa

A beautiful cushion made by her own fair hands, wool felted and a really lovely linen backing.

And,

The most gorgeous belt ever seen in this hemisphere!

From Noa Noa in Norway, and it fits perfectly!

From myself, from purl .This arrived in my letterbox today ( perfect timing) and I have put the skeins in different rooms of the house to see if I can photograph the true colours..I can't.

This photo was taken in the bathroom and what looks like blue is a really deep inky purple.

They are for the Babette blanket I am making,

More to come in the next post.