With their left hands and hearts, Ursula K. Le Guin and Joseph Conrad's works suggest an entire Body of Darkness
2026 in reading so far Heights: Wuthered ✅ Paradise: Lost ✅ Lady Chatterley: Loved ✅ Rainbow: Gravitational ✅ Tristram: Shandied ✅ Absalom: Absalomed ✅ Dracula: doesn't fit with the rest of the bit ✅
Me, a Brit, reading American sports discourse v talking to my American boyfriend
Dreamt I was on a Merseyrail train and a guy came on and said 'Is this seat free?' and I said 'Yeah, but I don't wanna sit with you'
Just got called out by a mate for scoffing at a new release for sounding ten years out of date, five minutes after I told him I'm reading Tristram Shandy
*admiring a friend's crochet blanket*: ooh who's this from? friend: mum's best friend, she's always knitting me: ah, it's lovely. it's crochet friend: yeah she loves knitting you'd really like her
Sometimes you just need to cane a fudge brownie Frijj in two minutes flat
Listen, I get it, it's 2026, she's long since been cancelled, this is not a relevant thing to think or post, and yet- I am extremely tempted to knit Azealia Banks's jumper from the 212 video
This sentence raises big questions about words I'd previously taken for granted
It's not all just quietly crocheting, baking, and reading in my flat. Sometimes I do my dinner sudoku while the oven is still preheating.
I paid over the odds for an out of season punnet of strawberries because this one was singing choral ecstasies to me through the cellophane
THE GREAT BRITISH SEWING BEE: oh my this is fun, oh what larks THE GREAT BRITISH REAPING BEE: well this is a spot of bother and make no mistake, what on earth
The ~550 year old Allerton Oak. Grandmother to grandson as I passed: 'No, you can't have a snack on the Allerton Oak. It needs protecting. It doesn't need your biscuits and Pom-Bears all over it.'
Lost in Time shawl, replete with some of the wackiest and regrettable colour choices I've ever made: complete
Went to Tesco drunk after a wedding before coming home. Took my shoes off, sat down for five minutes. Anything could be in this bag for life. I feel like I'm on Ready Steady Cook.
a memorable teams interaction in honour of my last week in this job
Before I looked at the tart photo properly, and before I read the text at all, I had an exquisite moment of scalar uncertainty when I wondered if it was a macro shot of a flower head or a micro shot of blood platelets
Not sure if we're still doing cottagecore but I just finished baking a tart and I'm about to get back to my crochet
Once every few years, I make questionable yarn choices and start a stranded colourwork cushion cover, knit flat, with imperfect tension, which becomes a prolonged psychological war of attrition. Here is the latest. Happy Pancake Day.
I feed on messages like this. My greatest incentive is spite. Yes, I absolutely will have the time.
'If an American could speak train, we could not understand them' - Wittgenstein
The /r/crochet mods have signed off for a week because they didn't like being held accountable for political fence-sitting. Now they're getting mocked with Karl Popper memes. I love this hobby.
