Nothing to do with BITE, this, but whilst I was out on my travels looking for my old home from home I came across a 1980′s Weirdo Comic with the cover ripped off just blowing down a street in the wind and I scanned this page on my blueberry…. time’s a funny thing…
“The present life of man, seems to be, in comparison with that time which is unknown to us, like the swift flight of a sparrow through the room wherein you sit at supper in winter, with your commanders and ministers, and a good fire in the midst, whilst the storms of rain and snow prevail abroad; the sparrow, I say, flying in at one door, and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry storm; but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, into the dark winter from which he had emerged. So this life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are entirely ignorant.”
Godfrey Daniels! Great shades of Humpty Dumpty! Anyway, though eye yam neither sparrow nor man, time to fly out, I think in search of my old website.
One last update of our list of participants and contributors to BITE. Thankyou, good ladies and sirs for putting up with my scrambled ramblings and thanks to all on this long list and others who, for one reason or another got missed off it. There’s a lot of people there…
NICCI REED, JOSH FYFE, SOPHIE CARTWRIGHT, CONNOR EVANS, RICARDO TABORDA, CALUM BROWN, GRACE MCLEOD, MEGHARI KEY, RACHEL WALL, HARRIET REED, ANGELICA PANGON, JORDAN MARSHALL, EMMA WATSON, JACK BELCHER, DANIEL FORDHAM, CARLA SMITH, HANNAH TOMLINSON, JACK MILLER, JORDAN CARTWRIGHT, MAYA HOOD, NICOLE LINDEN, DUNCAN RAE, SACHA TIFFIN, LEAH HODGSON, HARRY PHILLIPSON, DANIEL BROWN, IRENE ROBERTS GREEN & BISHOP HARVEY GOODWIN SCHOOL, EDENFILMS, BEN FOX, CRU FOX, ANDY BAINBRIDGE, ANDY’S MUM, OLIVIA TOPPIN, KAREN BASSET, MIRANDA JENKINS, BEN GATES, CARLO CASTELVECCHI, DEITER WADESON, DEBBIE ISMAY, LEAH FLANDERS, JILL FROM GONG WONG COMMUNITY DISCO BAND, MIKE SMITH, DAVID HASSON, PAULINE ROBSON, FIONA ANDERSON, GEORGE DENHOLM, CLARE DRIFFIELD, JOHN GALLOP, SELBY HARRISON, ANNE HASSON, DOROTHY LAMB, EDDIE LETEVE, MOIRA MUSE, ANN OLDMAN, JOHN OLDMAN, MARRY PATTINSON, MALCOLM ROBSON, JIM STOBART, JOYCE STOBART, JUDITH STOBART, RACHEL STOBART, STUART WILKINSON, BECCA ROBERTS, DARREN HARPER, HANNAH STEWART, BEN WOHL, RICH WEBSTER, NICK PEMBERTON, ALASTAIR SIMMONDS, STEVEN PEARSON, CARL SOWERBY, ANN WILSON, PAUL TAYLOR, PEADAR SWEENEY, DEBBIE SWEENEY, CILLIAN SWEENEY, LINDSAY WALKER, TRACY WALKER, ANDY ELLIOT, DARREN HORNE, ANDREW WATSON, JOHNNY WRIGHT, IAN HINDE, IAN GARRISON, ANDREW BEATTY, JAMIE BARNES, KESWICK MUSEUM, GAVIN BRADSHAW, KARL O’SHAUGHNESSY, ZOE ZEGVALDT, CHRIS HARVEY, BECCA TURNBULL, MEGAN BOTHIN, HOPE GIBSON, JOHNNY CARSWELL, KAYLEIGH SUNLEY, NIKKI NIXON, JOE CONNOR, CODY EDWARDS, HOWARD WALKER, CHRIS STONES, ME, AMY WALKER, SUE STOCKWELL, UNIVERSITY OF CUMBRIA, TONY RUTHERFORD, GEOFFREY LEUNG, FIONA POWLEY, MARGARET JAMES BARBER, YOU, GORDON SWINDLEHURST, NICOLA REED, LINDSAY WILLIAMS, JASON GALEA AND PIMPFISH CLOTHING, ARCADE ARTS, BRINDLEY HD, FRANCESCA HALFACREE AND ALL THE SIXTY OR SO DANCERS OF ARGENTINE TANGO AT THEIR MILONGA, CARLISLE CATHEDRAL, GEORGE WALLACE FROM NEW YORK, GERALDINE GREEN, KATE BRUNDRETT, DI CLAY, MJ CLAY, EUPHORIC CIRCUS, FREEMAN AND FINE, ANALISE NEUBAUER, KATIE MCCUTCHEON, LAURA HAYNES, WILL JAMES, STAGECOACH, MARGARET BARBER, CHEE WOONG, STEVE PARKHOUSE, STEPHEN GRAHAM, GRAEME GLEASE, MARJORY MACARTHUR, REX (AKA CLAIRE KENNEDY), ALEX HALFPENNY, LUKE SIMEON MILNE, TOM SINCLAIR, MORVEN MCDADE, NAOMI ROBINSON, SPEAKEASY AT THE SOURCE, IAN MCNICHOLL, TAZEEM ABBAS, CARLISLE RENAISSANCE, DAVE THE FLUTE, TULLIE HOUSE AND CARLISLE CITY COUNCIL, FREEDSPIRIT PRODUCTIONS, FIONA VENABLES, AMY WALKER, GUY PAWLE, EMMA, HELEN TUCK, KATHERINE TUCK, THE BANK GALLERY, WEST WALLS STUDIOS, SUE STOCKWELL, JAN KELSEY, ZOE GADD, MICHAEL DAVIES, EDGE CERAMICS, JUSTYNA SKOWRONEK, NICK DODDS, JOHNNY LAMBERT, JAMES DAVIS, BEX HARVEY, NATHAN ELLIOT, LOUISE STEEL, KIRSTY ALLEN, SARAH SUTTON, JAKE SAUNDERS, NAOMI WATSON, YVETTE MISKIMIN, MARGARET THOMPSON, VICTORIA MACDONALD, DONAL CURLY, ALICIA HARRIS, SARAH FORD, JANET BAKER, GEMMA HILTON, TONI TAYLOR, JENNIFER HO, SARA REDDEN, JOANNA MARSH, HAYLEY GILCHRIST, LAURA POUSTIE, CLAIRE REILLY, HELEN GORRIL, MICHELLE GRAHAM, JOANNE EDWARDS, CEARA HUGHES, BA HONS ANIMATION, BA HONS FILM & TELEVISION PRODUCTION, DIPLOMA FOUNDATION STUDIES ART AND DESIGN, BA FINE ARTS YR 2, BA HONS CREATIVE WRITING, GRAPHIC DESIGN & GAMES DESIGN, BA PHOTOGRAPHY, IAN MORETON, JUDITH ON THE DESK AT TULLIE HOUSE WHEN THE LECKY FAILED, AND ALL THE PARTICIPANTS IN THE DIFFERENT WORKSHOPS OR ANYONE WHO JUST HAPPENED BY AND ENJOYED THEMSELVES
A LANGUAGE IS A COMMUNITY
I sometimes don’t know quite who I is or yam, and when I get so stuck I yam finding myself falling back on the egg centric and eggs plosive locutions of one Popeye (praise be to Max Fleischer) and the still more Krazy Kat in pursuit of the beautiful brick throwing Ignatz Mouse (praise be to George Herriman) and praise be to Mr Google who will help you find info on all these characters -links are for lazy wimps- out amongst the rusting hulks of abandoned websites on the litter strewn ocean of info gibber that is our modern internet. Anyway, there is twelve more names added to contributors on the list below from last post and, six fresh bullet points from a power point presentation on pigeons that I am trying to put together…
BULLET POINT ONE 1. Here’s some pigeons. I was going to show you a drawing of Charles Darwin’s pigeons but Mr Google said I’d have to pay and since I haven’t any money I downloaded these little beauties. Coo! Like a bird, on a wire….
BULLET POINT TWO 2. And here’s some pidgin.
“YOU MAKIN SENSE, BUT YOU DON’T BE MAKIN’ SENSE.”
Which, if you can make sense of it, means in standard English “You’re making sense right now but generally you don’t make sense.” (Wouldn’t be the first time in my case, wouldn’t be the first time.)
(klick, kerchunk, whoops, anyway, can we go back one, no, not there, back one, ah yes…. embarrassed silence as the power point presenter tries to find next point…. the mind begins to wander… to remember the days when people just talked.. anyway, ah yes, there it is…thank you and onward…)
BULLET POINT THREE 3.
Question: So what is a PIDGIN?
Answer: A PIDGIN is a language with no native speakers, formed as a means of communication between people with different languages, drawing features from both but dispensing with strange or difficult features. Hence, different ethnic, sociological and linguistic groups thrown together by the tides of history evolved their own languages. Consequently, and for obvious reasons, many pidgins originated in -for instance, Chinese ports, Pacific Islands and the cultural melting pots of the new world.
BULLET POINT FOUR 4.
Question: And when is a PIDGIN not a PIDGIN?
Answer: When it’s a CREOLE.
Question: And what’s a CREOLE?
Answer: A Creole is a pidgin that has become the native language of its speakers. This usually happens when -for the children of pidgin speakers- it becomes their first language.
BULLET POINT FIVE 5
And then Creole can become assimilated and become a dialect. Look at these speech patterns from Black English, an American variant of Standard English.
I DONE GO
I DONE WENT
I DONE GONE
I DONE BEEN GONE
I BEEN DONE GONE
Another example would be the much smaller language community -but of course no less important or interesting- of Cumbrian dialect. Both stand in the same relationship to the dominant language community of which they are a variant.
Question: And what’s a dominant language community?
Answer: A dialect with an army.
BULLET POINT SIX 6
Why am I banging on about this?
Good question. Because, as far as the arts & culture in Carlisle go we are all of us -and we’re all on this journey together – still struggling to find a PIDGIN in which to communicate. The conversation has started but it needs to allow a lot more voices into it. And we need to make a language -can be simple and functional as a PIDGIN- doesn’t need to be highbrow, mustn’t be box ticking, mustn’t belong to any one group or community but to all of us.
Me Cyaan believe it. (Thanks to Michael Smith RIP)
Hello again. Did you get a bit of a bite of BITE. If you did, how did it taste? I’ve been away, thinking about it. Anyway, now I’m back, sleeping on a sofa at the back of this blog & wondering what to do next. But, while I’m wondering, I thought I’d try to make myself useful. So take a look at this: 
Here’s two images. The one on the left was created by someone twenty two months old. I don’t know what the intention is behind the picture -or even if there is one- but I like it. The other was created by someone thirty three or thirty four years old. It’s a picture of a woman -maybe a mother, who knows?- teaching a child to stand. I like this picture too. Both pictures/images seem to me to be vital and vibrant, warm, emotionally expansive and full of life. And what lies between the ages and the intentions of the two artists is a lifetime – a lifetime of learning, forgetting, practicing, learning, thinking, practicing, reflecting, feeling, thinking etc etc etc until -like a juggler juggling cigar boxes or an acrobat balancing on the soles of someone else’s feet or a jazz musician improvising within an unfolding moment- the action is informed by the lifetime that has led up to it. Anyway, I don’t know who created the image on the left. I found it on the net thanks to that nice Mr Google. The one on the right is by Rembrandt -a name that’s no doubt familiar to you but one with which I have to confess I was unfamiliar. But then what do you expect from someone whose made of nothing but a few pixels, some empty harlequin clobber and other people‘s imagination?
Anyway, the point I’m trying to get at about lives and lifetimes and the names of the people who’ve led them is this. Look at this list of names of individuals and organisations and think of the connecting threads of the lives that these names represent. All of them contributed to BITE in one way or another and there’s more than a hundred there already and there’s more still I have to collect. Now no one on this list knows everyone else’s name, let alone the person it belongs to, not even the instigators and organisers of the event. But even so, they all contributed, or rather WE all contributed. And we’re all of part of something bigger. We’re all a single note in a musical score, all one step in a dance that’s bigger than any one of us. But the music only sounds the way that it does, and the dance only goes the way that it does, because we’re part of it. So big thanks and much respect to all and apologies for spelling names wrong, missing names off and/or including them twice…
So here you go. Creative souls, one and all…
JOSH FYFE, SOPHIE CARTWRIGHT, CONNOR EVANS, RICARDO TABORDA, CALUM BROWN, GRACE MCLEOD, MEGHARI KEY, RACHEL WALL, HARRIET REED, ANGELICA PANGON, JORDAN MARSHALL, EMMA WATSON, JACK BELCHER, DANIEL FORDHAM, CARLA SMITH, HANNAH TOMLINSON, JACK MILLER, JORDAN CARTWRIGHT, MAYA HOOD, NICOLE LINDEN, DUNCAN RAE, SACHA TIFFIN, LEAH HODGSON, HARRY PHILLIPSON, DANIEL BROWN, IRENE ROBERTS GREEN & BISHOP HARVEY GOODWIN SCHOOL, BEN FOX, CRU FOX, ANDY BAINBRIDGE, ANDY’S MUM, OLIVIA TOPPIN, KAREN BASSET, MIRANDA JENKINS, BEN GATES, CARLO CASTELVECCHI, DEITER WADESON, DEBBIE ISMAY, LEAH FLANDERS, JILL FROM GONG WONG COMMUNITY DISCO BAND, MIKE SMITH, DAVID HASSON, PAULINE ROBSON, BECCA ROBERTS, DARREN, HANNAH STEWART, BEN WOHL, RICH WEBSTER, NICK PEMBERTON, ALASTAIR SIMMONDS, STEVEN PEARSON, CARL SOWERBY, ANN WILSON, DAVID HESSON, PAULINE ROBSON, PAUL TAYLOR, PEADAR SWEENEY, DEBBIE SWEENEY, CILLIAN SWEENEY, LINDSAY WALKER, TRACY WALKER, ANDY ELLIOT, DARREN HORNE, ANDREW WATSON, JOHNNY WRIGHT, IAN HINDE, IAN GARRISON, ANDREW BEATTY, JAMIE BARNES, KESWICK MUSEUM, KARL O’SHAUGHNESSY, ZOE ZEGVALDT, CHRIS HARVEY, BECCA TURNBULL, MEGAN BOTHIN, HOPE GIBSON, JOHNNY CARSWELL, KAYLEIGH SUNLEY, NIKKI NIXON, JOE CONNOR, CODY EDWARDS, HOWARD WALKER, CHRIS STONES, ME, AMY WALKER, SUE STOCKWELL, UNIVERSITY OF CUMBRIA, TONY RUTHERFORD, GEOFFREY LEUNG, FIONA POWLEY, MARGARET JAMES BARBER, YOU, GORDON SWINDLEHURST, NICOLA REED, LINDSAY WILLIAMS AND PIMPFISH CLOTHING, ARCADE ARTS, BRINDLEY HD, FRANCESCA HALFACREE AND ALL THE DANCERS OF ARGENTINE TANGO AT THEIR MILONGA, CARLISLE CATHEDRAL, GEORGE WALLACE, GERALDINE GREEN, KATE BRUNDRETT, DI CLAY, MJ CLAY, EUPHORIC CIRCUS, FREEMAN AND FINE, ANALISE NEUBAUER, KATIE MCCUTCHEON, LAURA HAYNES, WILL JAMES, STAGECOACH, MARGARET BARBER, SPEAKEASY AT THE SOURCE, IAN MCNICHOLL, TAZEEM ABBAS, CARLISLE RENAISSANCE, DAVE THE FLUTE, TULLIE HOUSE AND CARLISLE CITY COUNCIL, FIONA VENABLES, AMY WALKER, GUY PAWLE, EMMA, HELEN TUCK, KATHERINE TUCK, THE BANK GALLERY, WEST WALLS STUDIOS, SUE STOCKWELL, JAN KELSEY, ZOE GADD, MICHAEL DAVIES, EDGE CERAMICS, JUSTYNA SKOWRONEK, NICK DODDS, JOHNNY LAMBERT, JAMES DAVIS, KELCEY BRAINE, GRAEME GLEASE, STEPHEN GRAHAM, ALEX HALFPENNY, MARJORY MACARTHUR, MORVEN MCDADE, LUKE SIMEON MILNE, STEVE PARKHOUSE, REX, NAOMI ROBINSON, TOM SINCLAIR, CHEE WOONG, BEX HARVEY, NATHAN ELLIOT, BA HONS ANIMATION, BA HONS FILM & TELEVISION PRODUCTION, DIPLOMA FOUNDATION STUDIES ART AND DESIGN, BA FINE ARTS YR 2, BA HONS CREATIVE WRITING, GRAPHIC DESIGN & GAMES DESIGN, BA PHOTOGRAPHY, IAN MORETON, JUDITH ON THE DESK AT TULLIE HOUSE WHEN THE LECKY FAILED, AND ALL THE PARTICIPANTS IN THE DIFFERENT WORKSHOPS OR ANYONE WHO JUST HAPPENED BY AND ENJOYED THE VIBE
“Between thought and expression lies a lifetime.” Lou Reed
“See, see see rider, see what you have done…”
ONE WEEK LATER. POST UPDATED. SEE ABOVE.
And speaking of seeing above, did anyone see “See Carlisle” at the Bank Gallery above the Griffin Pub. It was interesting to see what people saw and what people saw made them draw. Freeform creative fun in our roughandtough Border City, our funky old railway town… Thanks and respect to all concerned…
And speaking of seeing things in Carlisle, who’s seen Carlisle Dreams yet. It’s a terrific, fun film that plays with the same ideas as See Carlisle. It’s a way of looking at the City we live in through different eyes. It was put together from poetry from children and the skills of our local independent film makers. We showed it twice, once at the beginning of BITE. Once at the end. Let’s see if we can find a place to put it where you can see it. It’s good. Honestly. Trust me. I’m not always a trickster. Sometimes I say things fairly straight. And this is a good film. Anyone want to look at it or give it a home?
My friend Nick Pinkerton -weird coincidence this, with the names and everything- who’s a friend of Nick Pemberton and a descendant of the founder of the fabled American detective agency -just came in out of the rain with a bag of hands. No he is not a mafia man. It was drawings of hands. Representations of real hands. It‘s something the two Nicks and some of their friends have been doing for a while now -three years almost. They learned it from a poet and drummer called Dave Stickman Higgins who did a workshop with them at Tullie House a couple of years ago. They ask people to draw round their hand and then inside the image of the hand write down their name, and the date and place they were born. Then they ask whoever has done the drawing to write down five things they believe, five things that are important to them and one memory. In the sunshine on the grass at St Cuthberts, in the Poetry Café in January and then again this July, up at the Brampton Road Campus of the University on National Poetry Day, in the Poetry Cafe at the end of the Lowther Arcade, in Foxes café… Now, specially for BITE, we‘ve got Tony Rutherford to make some of them into two books. And she’s done that. One collects the drawings from Foxes Café in July this year. The other is from the Poetry Café in the Lowther Arcade from the same time.
And both books have me -well my hat- impressed in the binding, one on the inside, one on the outside. Hold them till they catch the light just right and -even though I don’t exist, right as rain, bold as brass and plain as day, there’s my hat and me. You can feel it with your fingertips, as real as you and your shoe are, as real as Diane from Carlisle who was born in 1966 and for whom friends, family, love and sex are all important, Camilla from Bogota, Colombia who was born in 1971 and believes that it’s more important to give to people than to receive, that the world is round, that we judge ourselves too much, that we spend years learning how to be happy, and that we are not progressing, or Ben who was born in Sandton, South Africa, and one day, in mid July in Carlisle, remembered how, one Christmas back home in South Africa, when he was seven, he had dressed up as Batman.
So maybe that’s where people live anyway. In each others’ memories. So maybe even though I’m not there, maybe I am. Or maybe it’s the other way round. Or maybe it’s… who cares? The books are beautiful. So, whoever you are, wherever you’re from, come and have a look at them. And come and start another one. Draw round your hand on BITE day and then write down what’s important to you.
Tony is also doing a papermaking workshop at The Methodist Hall.
COMMENT ADDED EARLY LAST NIGHT BY MYSTERY GUEST: I know you and you know me… (no walruses though) but a bird told me, and its right, that the paper making will be going on from 12:30- 2:30 at the methodist hall…. Harley if you come we could make some paper so you could be more than pixels but some ink as well….
12:30 – 2:30
oh and if you still inspired you can do some hand building with edge ceramics from 2:30 to 4:30 and not even have to go out in rain after making your paper….
Swap the question round. I don’t exist, do I? Look close. I’m just a pixelated patchwork of harlequin clobber, gloves, a mask and a mad mad hat at the top, aren‘t I. But the top of what? Look closer. Nobody there. Yikes!!!
But if I’m not there then nobody can own me, can they? Not even me? I mean, I don’t even own the clothes I stand up in. How can I when I’m not there to stand up in them? So, who made my clothes? And who gave them to me? Were they stitched together in a sweatshop somewhere far away and brought cheap to the high street? Were they handed down through the family? And who designed them?
Conundrum inside an enigma inside a riddle inside a needle and thread flying stitches across a piece of cotton, mysteries and magic inside felt tips, charcoals and pencils tracing lines and outlines and sketches and ideas across a page…
So respect most definitely is due to the skills and ingenuity and energy and invention of the story tellers, illustrators and animators -artists and tricksters all!- who made you -just for a moment- believe that I -who isn’t even here- was real.
Art!!! I don’t understand it but aint it grand? Here’s two chords. Now start a band.
And speaking, as we wuz of mad mad hats and costume and such like before I so rudely interrupted my non existent self a couple of paragraphs back, BITE hasn’t just got a Mad Hatter’s Argentine Tango Ball/Milonga in the evening at the Tithe Barn. There’s an all day Mad Hatter’d Tea Party as well, down at the Methodist Hall. Brought to you by the University of Cumbria’s Foundation Art & Design course. Join the party and decorate tablecloths, plates, cakes and cups.
There’s even -thanks to a group of volunteers amongst the Methodists- real tea and cakes as wel.
Tell me, aren’t you just a bit curious? Tell me aren’t you a bit curiouser? Tell me aren’t you a bit curiouser and curiouser?
WHO OWNS AN ARTIST’S ART?
WHO WANTS TO OWN AN ARTIST’S ART?
WHY DO THEY WANT TO OWN AN ARTIST’S ART?
WHO DO ARTISTS WANT TO OWN THEIR ART?
WHO OWNS YOU? AND WHO OWNS ME?
COPYRIGHT HARLEY QUINN
OR MAYBE NOT
These questions are part of an ongoing conversation in the arts and what -if anything- they are for. If this ongoing dialogue (or do I mean debate?) is -as the pundits say “out there in the culture”- then perhaps here, in Historic Carlisle we should be joining in with it and exercising hearts and minds -just a little bit- about such questions and their implications for us locally and globally.
anyway, nuff said…
Luv n peas 2 U all.
Harley the Hippie
PS Caroline Dalton, you’ll see her work on display on the cathedral lawn- hosted a dead interesting Empty Shops Symposium at the Methodist Hall on Wednesday. It was asking similar questions about our streets. Check out The Space Makers Network -Google it, links are for wimps- if you’re interested in finding out more. And come down the Methodiist Hall and see what could become of it.
And Hey, did you see young Cillian Sweeney in his first starring role in the trailer to “Carlisle Dreams” on You Tube? Real star quality. Good work from wardrobe too. I don’t know who knitted his cardigan but it’s a beauty.
ALL THE WOOL MY MOTHER NEVER KNITTED by DI CLAY
Come and look. The Methodist Hall, Saturday 21st November. This project is a beautiful complex elegaic journey.
So what do you think? Too wordy? Too wooly? And look at the way the image of me -the no go logo agogo on my blogtop- seems to connect to wool and the knitting sticks that will make of it something new. Maybe I yam not made from pixels but from what is spun from the coats you every year fleece from the sheep.
Look at the picture and listen. Imagine the sound of someone knitting. Listen closer. Imagine them talking. The following fragments of speech -memories, thoughts, ideas and jokes- have already been woven into their knitting….no kidding, this is an art project!…and this is some of what people remembered round the city in July….
….my first steps, faltering, wobbly and just three…a human mobile with clowns and drummers…my mum would have loved this knitting project…I’m now obsessed with knitting….I’m thinking everything in this world is connected…my mam taught me to knit, love her and miss her….weary shoppers and the smell of chips…I wasn’t allowed to eat in the street…Carlisle had a theatre where the car park is now…so many people, so many histories, hidden in minds…knitting is hard! Communities work best in circles…knitting xxx…in round through and off…in round off, no wait, through, in? What? This is hard….its lovely to sit and relax with knitting…people too busy, people too shy….si sus a maia in the USA….I was surprised that I could knit…love Carlisle, what a super place…it’s stopped raining….real men knit….all men should knit…I remember Jesse my dear husband….Stanley, my helpmate
what will I do without you?… Nick read a poem while I was knitting…I remember my Grandad was awesome! …I like a bus ride in spring…I need my reading glasses on…I remember Chorlton and the Wheelies…happy memories, better than walking in the rain…Alzheimer ladies are good knitters…today I stood on a bee, simply for revenge. I feel awful about it…the baby cardigan was this blue with ‘Dolman’ sleeves…be happy…
I want to study in Carlisle not in Lancashire…what does it mean to have your cake and eat it? Thinking about my mother Agnes Blenkin….I remember being ‘trapped’ in Carlisle on flood night…knitting is fun and relaxing…I knit to clear my mind…someone left a lovely rose…how relaxing! I think I might take up knitting!…the music reminds me
how knitted for my children, heather playing cello, knitting again for the third time…
I remember having a knitting set with wooden needles…my gran taught me to knit and I can still do it! Bring back the Dundas gallery… I can’t believe I remember how to knit!
Aran identified the body…….. passing time….….I just saw a pigeon. I know they are so common but they are pretty and funnyish….concentration is so great, this is very worrying…such happy memories of my dear mum, Sheila McNeil, a great knitter…she would have loved to join in…today I’d rather knit than see my boyfriend….with love to Carlisle from Daphne, South Africa…four rows of moss stitch, very satisfying…my mother taught me to knit. I taught my granddaughter…learned how to knit. Might help my Nan now xx…for God so loved the world that he gave his only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life….what a lovely way to spend half an hour knitting…I learned how to knit today. Now I will knit blankets for Africa and people with broken hearts…Carlisle does have an art scene!…Don met Gladys on a Wednesday…stitched up at Carlisle, great fun, great idea
…I forgave my bullies…the little girl sang a rainbow and I wept…children singing, they try so hard…knitting is the new black…mefalicious Spotlight rules…my grandma taught me to knit and sew buttons on…my uncle taught me to knit in 1943. I was four….
…artist Janis Young’s project Carlisle Blanket…(that’s her on the left)…it’s ongoing, slow building…and you can be part of it at the Methodist Hall on Saturday…
