
“My name is Lora and I’m addicted to making”.

I keep meaning to post about the rainbow blanket I knitted recently, but then I get sidetracked by something else and it goes completely out of my head.

For some strange reason, I’ve had an urge to make birds nests. I can’t say I know where the ‘need’ and I do mean need, came from, but I know I’d gone to bed dreaming of them for a couple of nights in a row (maybe it means something, ideas anyone?).

In the past when I had the shop, I ate, slept and drank all things fibre and crafty related, which was part of the reason for thinking an Irish Magazine on that very topic was needed. Now Olann and is a reality, I find my addiction to craft, fibre and handmade has grown even more. I’ve become so immersed in my love of these three things, that barely a day goes by, that I don’t find myself lusting after some new fibre, publication or handmade item.

My home, like many others at the moment, is full of sick people – yuck! I myself am currently trying to get over a cold, the second virus in four weeks. Touch wood, there is no infection anywhere, so I’m assuming my immune system is just having a spot of trouble fighting it off, on account of it being suppressed by my RA medication. You can’t take your injections when your ill, so I’ve missed three so far, which isn’t helping with the underlying condition, but it could be a lot worse – at least I’ve still been able to knit, while I’ve been awake that is ♥

I’m an early riser, especially when I don’t have to be. It’s Sunday, so it’s OK to have a lie in, but oh no, that never works does it? My eyes were forced open by 6 and no amount lying still with my eyes closed brought about some much needed extra zzz’s.