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Handknitted socks with single stripes and the heel is in solid pink is raised to show off the heel

A pair of handknitted socks with single stripes in pink and light pink

🧶 Socks 2 of 2026 - Inspired by Samba Socks, but used the usual recipe for my feet. I tried the Deep Shadow Heel by @ysoldaknits.bsky.social and it hugs my high instep perfectly. So much in love with this one.
#knitsky 🧦

A collaged anatomical heart made from hand printed papers surrounded by collaged flowers and penned in leaves and patterns. A hand written Rumi quote ‘Each time a thought enters your heart, treat it as an honoured guest’ is in one corner. Art materials are scattered around the piece.

Steadily coming back to myself, including creatively, after surgery last month and a recovery period which has been tougher than expected in every possible way.

Read this line of a Rumi poem and this piece buzzed around in my head incessantly until I made it.

This counts as #SciArt right?

Allow by Dana Faulds There is no controlling life. -Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a stream and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures and success. When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth. In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.

When loss rips off the doors of
the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth.

In the choice to let go of your
known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.
- Dana Faulds
#Poetry 💙📚👀

WILLIAM STAFFORD Remembering When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and if you wanted to you could run, I used to climb those hills back of town and follow a gully so my eyes were at ground level and could look out through grass as the stems bent in their tensile way, and see snow mountains follow along, the way distance goes. Now I carry those days in a tiny box wherever I go. I open the lid like this and let the light glimpse and then glance away. There is a sigh like my breath when I do this. Some days I do this again and again.

When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and if you
wanted to you could run, I used to climb those hills back of town and follow a gully so my eyes were at ground
level and could look out through grass as the stems
bent in their tensile way - William Stafford
#Poetry 💙📚👀

A pair of handknitted socks with gold fishes on the cuff

🧶 Sock 1 of 2026 - Fintastic Fish from the Joyful Colourwork Socks book by @stoneknits.bsky.social This is my third from the book so far and joy is boundless everytime.
#knitsky 🧦

A DAY IS NOT LOST A day is not lost if you failed to tick off a list or a diet was broken a day is only lost if you forgot to say something kind to yourself or another if you forgot to pause to search for a tiny spark of beauty amongst the drudgery glimmering like gold in the mud a day is only lost if you forgot that life even in the worst of times is still a gift a gift you so very much deserve to live through and not just survive.

a day is only lost
if you forgot
to say something kind
to yourself or another

if you forgot
to pause
to search
for a tiny spark of beauty
amongst the drudgery
glimmering like gold in the mud
- #Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

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A knitted amigurumi of a baby elephant

A hand hugging a collection of handmade toys

Meet Ammini, latest addition to my bedside army! All my other babies need a good bath and I am so sad that I didnt have that energy to spare for them in all these months. I miss being active here. Will try to peep in every couple of days until I can handle it without worsening symptoms :( #pwme
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Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed and growing sweet-all this universe, to the furthest stars and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead. -RAINER MARIA RILKE, "BUDDHA IN GLORY," TRANSLATED BY STEPHEN MITCHELL

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

Been in a flare and recovery is slow this time. Thank you for checking in ♥️

Been in a flare and recovery is slow this time. Thank you for checking in ♥️

My seventh year of sharing Bibliofiles - my favourite reads from last year. The reading itch only continues to grow. :)
I read fewer books (58 vs 63 in 2024) but this year’s list has more variety, including fiction.
Short reviews and the long list is on the blog.
manuscrypts.com/2025/12/28/b...

First Memory Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was--for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved. Louise Gluck

from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
-
Louise Gluck
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

New year, new week, and a new reminder, looking for 3 commissions this month to pay my utilities.

(Share if you see this, my next client might be one of your followers)

#BSNM #AmWriting #OpenForCommissions

Yay!! I hope you have a wonderful Birthday 🥳🥳♥️

3 Pair of handknitted socks on white wooden background. In the front: One pair is worn. It is the design „Chapel“ showing lilac architectural ornaments on black

3 Pair of handknitted socks on white wooden background. In the front: One pair is worn. It is the design „Cathedral“ showing pink glass window rose ornaments on black

3 Pair of handknitted socks on white wooden background. In the front: One pair is worn. It is the design „Minster“ showing dark red architectural ornaments on light orange

6 Pair of handknitted socks on white wooden background.

#Knitting 🧶 🧦 #knitsky #knitsock
Since they belong together, the Gothic Socks are now bundled – and like good siblings, they stay together: these 3 designs for the price of 2, no coupon code needed. Full transparency: it is my own pattern, and I’m promoting it here. Take a look ogy.de/BriallenFair

Small Magic On the days my sickness talks to me, I remember small magic. I remember the way the pretty ivy outside my window entwines with white wood. I remember the way the rain softly taps against my window to help me fall asleep. I remember the way the universe loved me so much, that inside my body's cell, it placed little universes that are its mirror image. I remember the way I am loved by the few people I know will never leave. And I allow the small magic to sing so loud and so happy in my ears that my sickness forgets how to speak.

On the days my sickness talks to me, I remember small magic.

I remember the way the pretty ivy outside my window entwines with white wood.

I remember the way the rain
softly taps against my window to help me fall asleep.
- @nikitagill.bsky.social
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

a long continuous yarn blank in a gradient of indigo to red to orange

Craft isn’t apolitical. It builds care, skills, and material survival outside capitalist extraction. That is resistance.

Don't get me wrong. Go out and protest. Do it. Be brave & loud.

And equally, no need to choose between making things AND organizing. We do both. One sustains the other. 🧶

Thank you 🥰

Done!

A House Called Tomorrow Alberto Ríos - 1952- You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen-You are a hundred wild centuries And fifteen, bringing with you In every breath and in every step Everyone who has come before you, All the yous that you have been, The mothers of your mother, The fathers of your father. If someone in your family tree was trouble, A hundred were not: The bad do not win-not finally, No matter how loud they are. We simply would not be here If that were so. You are made, fundamentally, from the good. With this knowledge, you never march alone. You are the breaking news of the century. You are the good who has come forward Through it all, even if so many days Feel otherwise. But think: When you as a child learned to speak, It's not that you didn't know words- It's that, from the centuries, you knew so many, And it's hard to choose the words that will be your own. From those centuries we human beings bring with us The simple solutions and songs, The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies All in service to a simple idea: That we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day, Is ourselves. And that's all we need To start. That's everything we require to keep going. Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make. Be good, then better. Write books. Cure disease. Make us proud. Make yourself proud. And those who came before you? When you hear thunder, Hear it as their applause.

That we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,
Is ourselves. And that's all we need To start. That's everything we require to keep going.
Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make.
-Alberto Rios
#Poetry 💙📚👀

I thought it was just me. My wip colourwork socks always looks wonky, but washing and blocking smoothens out 99 percent of the problems.

My latest YouTube video - an introductory talk about different Hat styles, sizing, construction methods and more.

Because there is so much more to the humble woolly Hat!

Too much for a 25min video, I have a lot more talks planned ;)

🧶 #KnitSky

youtu.be/t_qf7-Y93cY?...

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-
Langston Hughes
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

Erm, I dunno, pursue my personal and professional goals, nurture loving relationships, contribute to my communities, explore the world, read, learn, create?

Yep, so sad and confusing, my childless 40s!

Need money for creatine to treat my covid brain damage and other medical necessities!

#MutualAid #DisabilityCrowdfund #HelpSky #MAV 💕💸

🧶 Started the year with a crash on top of the "yet to recover from the last outing" thing. But luckily these two are done. Now praying that nephews won't outgrow their FAVOURITE footballers. All the discrepencies football fans notice here are because of my ignorance only, not disrespect
#amigurumi

Hi there Blue Sky folks! I'm new here, Here's some Bach Cello Suits in the west of Ireland winter sun. Is what you're into? Would you like to hear more? I'm finding it too upsetting to open up Twitter these days...

'Two years of displacement, fear, hunger, loss, oppression, and suffering 😔🙏💔😭 I am grateful to everyone who has donated. I am confident that things will get better someday. Please donate to help my children through this ordeal.'

And hiking with music blasting through their Bluetooth speakers 😭