Same. Same.

So this weekend my grandaughter came for a visit. She is currently 33 weeks pregnant and we were discussing her preparations for the baby.

She told me she has been looking for a pink cardigan to bring her baby home in. So I offered to make her one. I am repeating this one I made for her cousin's baby.  

I made another one as well, but she prefers pink and I can only manage this last one for the moment.

My hands are hurting and I have limited spoons due to fibromyalgia, so this last one will be fully crocheted. It doesn't seem to hurt them as much as knitting at the moment.

Although the new one will be fully crocheted, it will fairly similar... very alike. Same. Same.

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys 

Perhaps this will help.

You may recall I suffer from trigger finger and arthritis in my hands. It's only recently that I have taken up knitting and crochet after putting it away for a few years.

Today I came across an advertisement for supports for the thumb area that kills us as we knit or crochet.

Here is the link!   I am not affiliated with this company, but just want to pass information on to others who suffer similar pains and who miss being creative because of it.  

Perhaps this will help.

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys 

Knitting is good for your health

 

I just came across this video about how knitting (and crochet) are good for your health. Check it out! 

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys

I made one like this

Few garments are as bound up with the image of Ireland as the Aran sweater, that heavy cream coloured jumper worked all over with cables, diamonds and honeycomb. It takes its name from the three windswept Aran Islands at the mouth of Galway Bay, where the knitting tradition was carried to a high art.

The undyed wool, once left rich in its natural oils, helped turn the wind and rain of the Atlantic, and every household had its own way of working the stitches. The patterns were never merely decorative, for the cable is said to echo the fisherman's ropes and the diamond the small stone walled fields of the islands.

Today the Aran sweater is worn around the world, but it began as honest island clothing, knitted by firelight for husbands and sons who worked the sea. In each family's stitches was a quiet kind of signature, a piece of home worn close to the heart. -author unknown

I saw this picture of this beautiful Aran jumper in heavy beige wool and it took me back to the one I knitted for my ex-husband when we were engaged. It was made in Jet Wool about 8ply.

I loved making it but it got very heavy as it grew. I had to post this for myself to remember...

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys

Lovely to see the end result!

 

                                          

You may recall I crocheted a lemon and white baby shawl for my granddaughter, Jessica. Well it has finally been used. 

Jessica recently gave birth to a sweet little great-granddaughter and she chose it to bring her home in.

Although I have been in hospital and don't have the spoons to crochet or knit for the moment, it is still lovely to see the end result! 

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys 

Such a nifty hack!

I came across this from a group called 5 Minute Crafts.  I thought it might be handy so I posted it for you!

The one with the safety pin and measuring tape was my favourite!

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys

Feeling creative again!

 

After quite some time of feeling unwell, I have turned the corner and am feeling creative again.

These darling baby bibs are my next projects. I have one blue and two pink ones to do.. with the babies due in a few weeks, I will have to pull my finger out!

Here are the free patterns I downloaded. I will post a pic of them when they are finished! 

Its' so good to feel creative again! 

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys 

"A Sustaining Passion"

 

There’s a kind of quiet therapy in simple, repetitive tasks. Knitting, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, shelling peas — nothing demanding, nothing urgent. Just hands busy and mind slowly unwinding.

Kathleen S. Giles, "A Sustaining Passion"

Not feeling creative...

                                  

I have had to pack away the wool and knitting needles for a while. I simply have no spoons (energy) to knit or crochet...

These last few weeks have been horrid. My fatigue and pain levels were so high that I had to have Prednisolone to bring down the inflammation from my Polymyalgia Rheumatica and fibromyalgia.

I have been so fatigued that I  have to have a nana nap after breakfast. Without it I can't even function. So I have had to just do the basics to keep our home clean and keep us watered and fed.

As soon as I feel better, spoons withstanding, I will be back to knitting and feeling creative again...

Keep clicking and stitching,

Glenys 

Our Prince of Peace

 

 

So many years ago, the earth saw a miracle that blessed humanity for all time...

The earth that saw Jesus'  birth 33 years before, drank in the Blood that flowed freely.... freely running, freely given, freely pardoning, freely saving unto eternal life anyone who would only believe in Him.

The same earth that is Gods' footstool, trembled at the cross alongside the centurions and soldiers and those few of Christs' followers who remained or who watched from a distance....

Unable to withstand the magnitude of atonement and celestial grief, it swayed in its power, reeling as someone in shock...

And utter darkness covered the earth as it shook, highlighting the terror as God turned His Face away from His Son, unable to look upon the sin of mankind that His Son had taken upon Himself...

It violently heaved in the aftermath of a crucifixion that saw the greatest gift of redemption the earth would ever know, releasing resurrection power to many who had died and tore the Temple veil in two.

Then hastily the earth swallowed the body of Christ into its maw of hewn rock, as it had done to men since Abels' untimely death until this day.... yet no ashes to ashes or dust to dust: no decomposition...

And another Sabbath passed, not shrouded in joy and welcomed since the birth of the Jewish people, but bringing with it a desolate cloak of disbelief, shock and despair that threatened to engulf the little band of believers who had trembled at Christs' words... unaware that triumph was already His. And theirs.

Beneath, the earth reeled as Christ stripped Lucifers' hopes of victory against a God Who now presented Himself King of Kings and Everlasting God.- Light of Light, Holder of the Keys of the Kingdom, destroyer of death and sin.... and Lucifer and his minions  trembled.

The earth marvelled at the intensity of the Power of Resurrection... molecules and atoms infused with Life,  vibrant in a way it vaguely remembered at its birth so many aeons ago.... magnificent creative force, God breathed life and Power.... Pulse of God.

Was ever there a time like this as Creation remembered Diety's Touch, revelling in His Footprints as His pierced Feet swung from the burial ledge, and His Hands that held the weight of the world folded the shroud so hastily bound around His lifeless Body 3 days ago?...

An almost forgotten thrill caused the earth to shudder as the Power of Gods' angels rolled away the enormous stone that blocked the burial chamber....

And it sang in ecstasy as the Feet of its' Creator once again walked amongst men.... victorious King, conquering Saviour, merciful God, everlasting to everlasting Prince of Peace.....

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"He is not here; he has risen!" Luke 24:6-7   Sometimes poetry doesn't have to rhyme...