Spayed at last and I’m miserable.

Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Spayed at last and I’m miserable.


For Becky
The Britannia Royal Naval College Dartmouth had lines in all directions on the proud mummy day of my son’s passing out parade.

Becky has another gallery of lines in squares today
Okay but darker would be better



I found this pretty door in my files and thought it would make a good square with a bit of cropping.
On Saturday Becky had a post featuring lines on a sports pitch, but no ordinary one, it was the Paralympics. What an amazing event that must have been to see!
I’ve had a frustrating day today. You may know that I’ve started dressmaking again after a gap of maybe 25 0r 30 years. I used to be quite good at making clothes, but I’ve lost a lot of the skills I had. My new sewing machine makes me feel like a real dope and everything takes ages.
As well as machines ‘improving’ and becoming more high tech, patterns have changed. Back in the day, you carefully measured yourself to pick the right pattern size, but not anymore, now a pattern has six sizes and you have to negotiate the right one of a bunch of converging lines for your size.
I may be too old to re-learn all this! Or this!
Lines of each for Becky’s squares

is today!
One of the projects taking place nationally is Places of Poetry. You’re invited to pin a poem to a map and have until October 31st to do so. If you’re at all interested in poetry have a look at the site, post one of yours or just enjoy what you find in your area.
Here’s mine,
Tanka on the green
My Wrong-trainered feet
sink into unmown wet grass
fine spears still verdant
long and Squishy until spring
welly time at Mont le Grand
https://www.placesofpoetry.org.uk/