So much is changing so quickly at the moment time is racing past and standing still at the same time. I’ve become that adult that greets people with – I’m so sorry I don’t know where the time went… Or texts a friend to arrange a lunch date and then we don’t actually manage it for 6 months.

I’ve done a fair amount of research in to this and my favourite theory so far is based on percentages… When you’re a child you’ve not been alive long and so time passes slower… You’ve been alive 10 years and so a year is a 10th of your life… at 40 a year is a smaller percentage of your overall existence. It’s an interesting idea, coupled with the fact that our brains do monotonous tasks on auto pilot and don’t really record them unless something of note happens (deer running into the road when you’re driving or someone pulling out on me without looking like they did this morning!). Meaning a great deal of our life passes on auto pilot after childhood and the heartbreak teenage years.

So back to it…

When I write time stands still a little, writing isn’t a natural flex for me it’s something I work at and so the brain food it gives me helps to keep me fully present. I enjoy that. I’ve started writing posts here with the intention of cataloguing a little more of my interesting life, my discoveries and creativity. I’ve started writing knitting patterns again with the view of making some more simple and classic pieces I feel I’m missing from my wardrobe but they will likely be made in bright colours!

So here we are… Knitting & Writing. By the fire, hiding from the rain.