First the club chair went to a good home a few days ago. A young woman bought it. She said she finally chose for herself. Buying this chair was her ritual to affirm her new life.


And then our table went… I love the fact that a young mother with three children is soon picking this one up. Love the idea of growing tiny ones eating, playing, crafting at the old oak table.

I'd organised some Mending Days around the table

I’ve been mending, knitting, Christmas and Solstice dinner partying, having birthday breakfasts with loved ones at the table.



Edna, thinking I don't see her

And Edna, who’s not supposed to be on the table, every now and then sneaks up on it. Preferably sleeping deeply close to a finger labyrinth.