Savannah Afghan Square Crochet Pattern

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Cross centre accentuated with framed corners, creating a beautiful window in the middle of the square.
You will need to be intermediate to advanced for this pattern, and understand the back post stitch and puff (or bullion) stitch.

Click here to see the pattern listing:

https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/666242762/savannah-afghan-square-crochet-pattern

Outback Sunset, Old Windmill Enhanced Photo Set

Photography Art, Uncategorized

Available at my Etsy Shop now 🙂 https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/676124839/outback-australia-sunset-with

The Violet Gift

Long read, Memoirs, Nonfiction, Uncategorized
Remembering my mother fondly, I stroke the velvet leaves of my African Violet plant. She loved these plants and I had given her one for Mother’s Day on more than one occasion. On her kitchen windowsill, dappled in sunlight filtering through her lacey white curtains, they proudly sat. She told me many times they held a connection to me.

It had been a tough year after my divorce, and being a single mother in a high pressure full time job was taking its toll on me. My ex husband was still harrassing me, stalking me, and generally doing his best to make me miserable. I was wishing I had never met him in the first place, and wondered how different my life would have been, when I had a flashback. Sitting at the registry table after our wedding, pen in hand poised to sign my new signature, a vivid vision came to me that sent chills down my spine. I’d seen the day I would regret marrying him.

Mum would ring me up all worried.“Are you alright love? The violet plant you gave me last year is wilting and looking sad!” She’d be spot on, too, something horrible would be going on in my life. Then we’d talk about it and I’d receive good advice with loads of empathy. Contrarily, if the violets were in glorious splendour, she knew I was flourishing and happy. This whole thing with the violets confounded me. They never failed to deliver the right message to my mother about me, and I didn’t understand it for a while.
The other thing Mum was passionate about was the 22nd of any month being a black day, but if the 22nd fell on a Tuesday, you knew it would be beyond a joke how many things would go wrong. I think it must be to do with that curse she told me about, when one of her uncles put a curse on the family after some feud. These days, I notice at times when the day just isn’t flowing right, that on the calendar it says it’s the 22nd.
As I look back now, my turning point was when I was 27. I’d learned that Mum had a Gift, and that I had it too, it had come from her. We always knew what each other were thinking, simultaneously bursting into giggles suddenly, without saying a word (this would really annoy Dad!). Curious about our Gift, I went to bookshops and bought anything about the spiritual path in life that I could find. Before long, I was an expert on crystals, Buddha’s writings, essential oils, and the Law of Attraction. Angel and fairy figurines adorned my office at work, and my living room at home. Mum was pleased to see all this, but neither of us told Dad. It was our secret.
One day, I became aware of my hands getting very hot while I was applying a bandaid to my son. He said something about a tickle under his skin. Not knowing what on Earth had happened there, at first I tossed it aside to a back corner of my mind. But it happened more often so I had to find out what it was! Wounds would heal must faster than usual when this happened.
These days I am a qualified Reiki 2 practitioner and I smile at those early days. My Reiki came in very strong once I was initiated, because of the Gift I’d been given. Mum had told me she had willed this gift into me during her pregnancy, that I would have a more valuable gift than she, a more useful one she said. It’s been a blessing and a curse for me though. It caused me to lose my job.
Assistant to surgeons, typing their dictated letters was the relaxing part of my job. Working up the patients was the demanding part, and we had 3 rooms to keep Doctor flowing as he demanded. My passion was with this job, I loved it, and it paid me well enough for my son and I to live in comfort with careful budgeting. The Gift was busy in that place, recognising immediately an urgent case, isolating that patient and lying in wait for Doctor to emerge to snatch him up and hoist him over to the suffering patient. Knowing how to communicate with deaf people, with speech impeded people, difficult people – I was so effective calming down a difficult patient, they all got sent to me.
I’d been working there for 7 years when it happened. I lost my clinical detachment. Suddenly one day, I felt everything the couple in the room were feeling, felt their fear, heard their worries. It was such an intense experience, I had to excuse myself from the room as my eyes filled with tears. This sort of thing kept happening, and when it became so frequent I was losing my ability to cope, I toddled off to the doctor. He said I had burn-out depression and gave some anti-depressants.

While the depression lifted, my new enemy anxiety got stronger. It was scary feeling everything. Pubs were the worst. One time at our local pub my boyfriend frequented, as we were walking through, one man who passed me gave me an energetic kick in the back. I felt it as real as if he had physically done it. Shopping centres became a nightmare. So many people, all their energies bombarding me.

I smile quietly to myself, remembering those times and feeling blessed they were behind me. These days I had mastered the problem. By conscious choice, I decided not to allow other peope’s energies to interfere with my own anymore. Mum would always be impervious to your mood and energy, and now I can be too.
The Violet Gift my mother passed on to me, has been transferred to all flowering plants, and vines. My plants will flourish where anyone else’s just can’t even survive. The Gift I received from Mum is exactly as she wished it to be, and more.

Sacred Geometry Granny Square Pattern

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Yarn:

Stylecraft Special DK – Cream

Rico Creative Ricorumi DK – Teal, Berry

King Cole Vogue DK – Rich Lilac

Hook 4mm

Finished square is 12cm x 12cm

Row 1: ch 3, ss in third ch from the hook. (beg tr, 1 tr, ch 2) into ring, *2 tr ch 2* 3 times, join

with ss in the top of the beg dc. Change colour.

Row 2: ss into ch 2 space, (beg dc, dc, ch3, 2dc) in ch 2 space, ch 2,*(2 dc, ch 3, 2 dc)* in

next three ch 2 spaces, join with ss in top of beg dc chain. Change colour.

Row 3. ss into ch 3 sp, (beg dc, 2 dc, ch 3, 3 dc) in ch 3 space, *ch 1, 3 dc in next ch 2 sp,

(3dc, ch 3, 3 dc)* repeat 3 more times, join with ss into top of beg dc ch.

Row 4. ss into corner sp, (beg dc, 2 dc, ch 2, 3 dc) in corner sp, *dc in next 3 sts, dc in ch 2

sp, dc in next 3 sts, dc in ch 2 sp, dc in next 6 sts**, (3 dc, ch 2, 3 dc)* repeat twice and on

third repeat to ** then ss into top of beg dc ch. Change to colour in the centre.

Row 5. ss into corner sp, *(sc, ch 1, sc) in corner sp, sc next 19 sts* repeat all around, and

ss into first sc to join.

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Arabella Circle in a Square Granny Square Pattern

Crochet Patterns, Uncategorized

This is a lovely design I came up with yesterday when tried out my new yarn.

I’d say a competent beginner could make this, or an ambitious beginner, as long you have the basic knowledge of single crochet, double crochet, treble crochet, and skipping stitches.

Yarn I used:

Rico Creative Ricorumi DK Berry (B)25g, Teal (A)25g 100% cotton

King Cole Vogue DK, Rich Lilac (C) 100% cotton 50g

Hook I used:

4mm

Square is 12cm by 12cm when complete.

Row 1

ch3, ss in 3rd chain to make a ring.

Row 2

sc,ch3 (beg tr), *2 tr in same stitch, ch1, sk 1 tr, 3 trt in next stitch* repeat around to the beginning and ss in top of beg tr. Change to colour B.

Row 3

(2sc, ch2, 2sc) in ch 1 space, (sc in next 3 stitches, ch3) two times, *(2sc, ch2, 2sc) in next ch 1 space to create corner, (sc in next 3 stitches, ch3 two times* three times and ss in first sc. Change to colour C.

Row 4

(beg dc, 2dc,ch3, 3dc) in chain 2 space, *ch 3, sk 1, ss in next stitch* four times, (3dc, ch3, 3dc) in corner ch 2 space* three times, ss in top of beg dc.

Change to colour B.

Row 5

*(sc, ch 3 sp, sc), sc in each stich and in each ch 1 space*, ss in first sc. Change to colour C.

Row 6

Repeat row 5.

Survivor

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I’m a survivor

I’m a fighter

I’ve fought for my life

Fought for my freedom

Fought for my rights

I’m a survivor

They hate me for it

They hunt me down

They shadow me

Try to frighten me

But i’m a survivor

They can’t get to me

I long to be free

No more hiding

Let me be

I’m a survivor

I have battle scars

But they have become

Part of my beauty

I’ve been strong

I’m a survivor

I don’t trust anymore

Earn my trust

Is a must

Can you do it?

I’m a survivor

I guard my heart

It was shattered

I hold it together

Inside its walls

I’m a survivor

But not just a survivor

Against all odds

I healed and thrived

I’m a thriving survivor!

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