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Month: May 2018

My Locals

The internet; an infinite resource for all our needs.  Our answer to, well…..everything.  Isn’t it?  For me personally, the internet has definitely been a lifeline.  From the time we were living semi rurally a few years ago,  to the last 3 years where we have become a one car household.  As my husband requires said car for work, this of course limits any jaunts (shopping trips) for me.  I can honestly say that it doesn’t take long to adapt to this scenario.  Indeed we moved back to this area because of that very reason, knowing it would be possible to walk to schools, shops, and public transport was at hand.

Therefore, if I have needed supplies of any kind, whether that be needles, yarn or patterns, I have been able to easily obtain them by the quick press of a button on the computer.  Not only that, I have been able to learn step by step how to knit a multitude of stitches, mostly through online tutorials and YouTube (yes my lovely Virtual Granny).  So…..job done!  No need to leave the house.  I have everything right here.  In these four walls, my safe cocoon.  Golly how convenient eh!  Certainly no need to face people.  Or talk.  Or discuss.

Ah…..and therein lies the rub!  As much as we benefit from the conveniences of having the world at our fingertips, there is a whole plethora of reasons why I believe that the internet is unable to provide “everything”.  Humans are, by their very existence, social beings.  Even if indeed one believes himself to be verging on the antisocial (I draw parallels here!), I feel it is so very important for us to have interactions with people everyday, face to face.  Hmm, just the tip of the ice-burg on that topic!

My Local

Leven Crafts, Guisborough

Leven Crafts

Tucked away on an old cobbled street

Which leads me to venture out to my local independent yarn shops first and foremost.  I am lucky enough to have two favourites.  Here in Guisborough, Leven Crafts is a veritable gem of a hideaway.  This lovely shop, tucked away on old cobbles, provides a whole range of materials to satisfy those with a passion in craft making.  Whether it be knitting/crochet, quilting, embroidery or patchworks, the friendly team who work here are always willing to help, guide and encourage their customers.  When I enter this place I am naturally drawn to the yarn section.

Keep calm and carry on sewing!

Lovely yarn

However, I have to say the array of colour and pattern permeating from the range of fabrics and patchworks on display, always captures my gaze.  Colour is definitely therapy and I find myself inevitably absorbed.  I veer myself away, only then to be transfixed by the yarns!

On the rare occasions where I am able to use the car, the 15minute drive to Saltburn-by-the-Sea, leads me to my second treasure trove.  And it truly is.  Ripping Yarns presents itself amid a row of old Victorian shops.

Ripping Yarns, Saltburn-by-the-Sea

Wool…

More wool….

The walk past small cafes, antiques and bookshops, whilst breathing in the sea air, just adds to the nostalgia, as you approach its doors.  A bell tinkles as you go in, and you’re greeted with a bright, cheery space, lined floor to ceiling with a most super variety of yarns.  Here too, the staff are welcoming and all too willing to help.  When I visited it was Yarn Shop Day where together with discounts and raffles,  a Dry Needle Felting workshop was taking place which all could try for free.  A totally new craft concept to me, and once again you’re eyes are opened to try something new.

Yarn Shop Day

So these are ‘my locals’, and like many around the UK (and the world), they are so important to local communities.  The experience you gain is so rich.  Here you can really take in colours and textures, taking time to not only look, but touch each yarn, thus figuring out which is right for you.  You also gain one to one help if needed.  Positive interactions with approachable, like-minded people.

Supporting British Wool

And therefore, it is only if I cannot obtain something from either of these two lovely places, I return to my computer, where I know, as a last resort I’ll always be able to find something.  Thank you internet for everything you do, but more importantly thank you ‘my locals’, for providing just that little bit extra, the over and above (and by the way you’ll find them both on the internet!) I guess we have to remind ourselves, every butterfly needs to leave the cocoon…..to truly live.

The Power of the Dog

A post I hadn’t been planning to write, but the events of the week have compelled me to put into words my own feelings about a subject that is close to mine and I know many others’ hearts.   You may have guessed from the title, I am talking here about our relationships with our dogs.  Our loyal companion animals who connect with human beings.   Unspoken connections, of such intensity, devotion and loyalty, that when it comes to the time when one has to let them go, we are left behind, bereft in our grief.  This week, very good friends of ours lost their beloved dog.  And for our family and so many alike, we are able to understand the deep emotional impact this will have had on them.  That is the power of the dog you see.

I think in times like these, I find I am drawn to literature to help process the emotional storm that spins around within.  Sometimes we cannot put our feelings into words.  Just a swallow.  A gulp.  As we try to hold back the flow of tears again.  Tears that will be shed, at the most unexpected of times.  I’m fine, I’m fine, oh no…..I am not.  And so I was once again drawn to a poem that I had found, after the death of our own dog several years back.  It should come as no surprise then that it was penned by the great literary genius Rudyard Kipling.  For me when there are no words, this poem, truly expresses man’s connections with this most special of animals.  If you are familiar with this piece, I know you will already have your handkerchiefs poised.  If this is a first time viewing, then go get one!

And so I hand it over to Rudyard Kipling himself, ‘The Power of the Dog’  (please click on the link to view the poem)

Rolo and Rory enjoying life!