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If the sense of relief I felt on Monday was anything to go by, I made the correct decision in moving out of my place in London. I had two busy weekends of sorting and packing things, but all that work should make it fairly straightforward for me to move in once I find my next place, which I’m hoping to buy rather than rent.

I did have a little break from packing to darn one of my dishcloths before putting it into storage.

I also marked my compost bin in the hope that a new tenant will keep using it.

A lot of craft time has been dedicated to my Oran do Chaora/Sinister Catdigan again this week. I’ve finished both sleeves and joined them into the body, which has now been set aside.

I mentioned last week that I’d started doing the maths for the colourwork yoke. Well, unfortunately I made a really stupid error with that calculation that resulted in me spending about four hours reducing the body section by one stitch.

Slightly uneven blue stocking stitch

Slightly uneven knitting where I tried to fix the tension problem caused by removing a stitch

Fortunately I re-checked my sums before I did anything too major and realised my mistake. I’ve now picked that stitch back up and the numbers on my Oran do Chaora body and sleeves should match the numbers on the finished Sinister Catdigan yoke.

I’ve done the crochet provisional cast on for the yoke and the first row of cats has emerged! It’s quite hard work managing the tension with long floats and a slippery yarn but I think it’s going okay so far.

It’s funny that I was looking forward to knitting the cats and it’s only now that I’m recalling how laborious this kind of knitting can be. Working the fair isle requires quite a lot of attention. It’s very easy to make errors and I’ve had to do more than my share of undoing. But it is fun to see the cats emerge row by row- in fact it’s pretty addictive.

I’m already starting to think about how I will do the decreases for the shoulder section. I’m not that fond of the neckline of SC and I think it will look odd to do a saddle shoulder above the fair isle section. Some more planning and maths is in order next week I think.

I fed my sourdough starter again in preparation for making my first loaf. I looked at some recipes and started to get a bit stressed because of all the equipment needed. I don’t have a banneton, baking stone or a dutch oven.

The loaf is a little disappointing. I used a pan as a lid following some advice online and I think it actually restricted her growth. Now I’m contemplating investing in a Dutch oven.


This was another week of not really staying inside. I had to go to hospital for my plastic surgery follow-up, to another hospital for some work appointments, and I moved the majority of my possessions into storage.

Giving up my room wasn’t an easy decision to make, even though it makes sense. I’ve had assurance from work that it’s very unlikely that I’ll have to have to do any face-to-face work for the foreseeable future, but everything still feels uncertain. I wish it was possible for there to be more clarity around what’s likely to happen in the coming weeks and months, but I know it isn’t.

In craft-related packing, I took my sweaters out of the freezer and put them back in. I discovered some moth damage on my Better Breton sweater so I iced all the woollen items that I had stored in the same drawer. I’ll have to do some mending once my stuff is out of storage.

As the restrictions eased, Virtual Yarns starter operating again. I jumped on the opportunity to invest in a kit. I’ve been inspired by @cleocmc on Instagram, who makes a lot of Alice Starmore garments. No photos as yet but I’m sure I’ll be writing about the kit and projects soon.

This week I finished sewing in the ends on my Somewhere socks. Can’t see myself wearing hand knitted socks any time soon!

I also got a lot of work done on the second sleeve of my Oran do Chaora/Sinister catdigan. I have used one whole skein of yarn. It’s pretty exciting that soon it will be time for me to start work on that sweet sweet cat yoke! I started thinking about some of the maths and calculations since I’m moving from one pattern to the other ūü§ď

All in all I can’t wait for this packing to be over. Moving is such a pain. BUT I’m very exciting news, I’m hoping to buy a flat this year. Honestly if I’m able to do it that will level my life up so much. So fingers crossed all of this annoyance will be worth it in the end.

 


Another week where I haven’t had that much craft time. I’m moving out of my place in London for the time being. It just doesn’t make sense to pay rent when I don’t need to be here for work and I can’t even enjoy the city.

Here I am enjoying my local area. I was out collecting food from Island Ting Kitchen, a small black-owned vegan business near me. One action I’ve been taking is supporting Black businesses. I’m enjoying it! I highly recommend ITK if you’re in west London.

Vegan peach cobbler with melted cinnamon ice cream

This peach cobbler was a revelation

I also ordered some mind-blowing vegan doughnuts from Tastopia. Supporting these businesses feels like such a win-win. They get to do something they’ve chosen and I get to enjoy delicious food. I’ve been so happy to see how many black-owned vegan businesses there are in particular. The vegan community is pretty whitewashed. I will support these businesses as much as I can. I really hope they thrive.

Last Sunday I ripped out the second sleeve of my Sinister Catdigan/Oran do Chaora. Not only was the ribbing visibly larger, I had somehow done way more rows on the second sleeve than the first and it looked shit. Since the tail on my cast on was barely long enough, I just started over. I used this tubular cast on (twisted the knits on the second foundation row). I am working the ribbing on a 3mm needle. I don’t know why I did the number of rows of ribbing that I did on the first sleeve. It bears no resemblance to the pattern. Possibly I just got bored of doing the twisted rib. Either way, I will count the number of rows properly so I can match the second sleeve.

I actually had to rip out some of the sleeve a second time because they still weren’t even. I’m happy enough with how the two sleeves are looking now (no photo soz).

Predictably, as soon as I wrote about my struggles with my starter last week, my efforts to get it going bore fruit. The starter finally started to double in volume and I successfully made a crumpet!

Although you can cook and eat the excess unfed starter before it matures, I wouldn’t recommend it. Whatever you make will be very gummy. While I ate it for several days with no ill effects, I have a pretty strong stomach. There was a world of difference in my pikelet in the 24 hours before the starter began doubling and after. It actually smelled of bread while it was cooking. I couldn’t see anyone online addressing this issue so I hope my experience helps someone.

Creating the starter was a bit of a journey of self-discovery. Things I was pleased to be reminded of: I’m scientifically minded. I did my research and that helped me to figure out why the starter wasn’t rising. I am learning to be patient. I didn’t just throw it away when it didn’t go to plan.

Things I still find difficult: not being perfect. In the picture above, you can’t really see how much of a difference there was between the crumpets I made a week apart. That’s because I engineered the top photo to look better than it was by tearing the crumpet rather than biting it. The former made it look like it had a decent crumb structure while the latter revealed it for the mess it was.

Perfectionism is a double-edged sword. I don‚Äôt think I‚Äôd be where I am in life without my relentless striving for better. I know that it‚Äôs impossible to be perfect, I know it‚Äôs irrational, but that doesn‚Äôt stop me from wanting to be perfect. Perfectionism makes me pick holes in everything I do, and struggle to acknowledge my achievements and strengths. It makes me feel like a failure. It makes me feel like I can never be good enough, and that’s really hard. I’ve been working for a long time on being less hard on myself, and I think I’m getting better but it’s still a struggle.

I didn’t have time to try making a loaf during the week, which is a bit sad after all my work making the starter. I actually have more ideas for the excess than the starter itself. I’m dying to try focaccia and I’ve seen an amazing cracker recipe on Instagram. I’m a little apprehensive about making a proper loaf- it all seems to technical! Although I am looking forward to being that person who drops words like levain and autolyse into everyday conversation.


In order to try and stop the endless scrolling I was catching myself getting drawn into, I brought a few craft projects with me when I came down to my aunt’s house for self-isolation. One of them was the song thrush embroidery that I started over a year ago.

I’d spent a few hours working on it here and there so I just had a little bit more pearl purl outlining to do on the wings, and then filling in the blank sections using cut work. I found cut work the most difficult technique that we covered at the workshop. If you don’t cut the purl exactly the right length, it looks shit. I felt that I got into the groove of it a bit as I did more and more, but it’s not something I find at all intuitive yet.

Here is a pretty sweet GIF I made of the whole process.

And here is the finished bird.

I didn’t bring the mini hoop provided in the kit to frame it, but that’s something I can do later. I think I’m going to give this to my dad as a (very belated) housewarming present. Since I enjoyed this process and it’s a skill I’d like to develop (how cute would a goldwork dragon brooch be??), I bought a second kit.

Image from http://www.beckyhogg.com, where I got the kit

I think this snow bunting is so cute and I like the look of the sequins on the design too.


Once again Halloween rolled around and once again it was a week before a party that I started thinking about a costume. I had a little time in central London so wandered around a ‘vintage’ store for some inspiration. I wanted a costume that would work with my teeny weeny Afro. Initially I was thinking Moss from the IT crowd.

As I looked at the dubious vintage items (a bugbear of mine is ‘vintage’ stores that are overpriced and have crappy, samey clothing), I started to feel inspired. I quite wanted to go for an It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia costume but didn’t want to buy a new wig- maybe I’ll go as Ango Goblogian if I stumble across the right secondhand wig another time.

I had just seen the new Joker movie and wondered whether there was mileage in that as a concept. I’ve seen on Instagram (good targeted advertising I guess)¬†that they sell hair wax that’s capable of producing vibrant temporary colour on Afro hair¬†and doesn’t look crispy and awful.

Note: I’ve been meaning to write about the experience of cutting my hair but haven’t got around to it. I definitely surprised myself with how strongly my feelings about my gender were tied up with my long hair. So perhaps it’s unsurprising that I felt much more drawn than usual to dressing as a male character.

Anyway, when I went charity shopping a couple of days later, it was the character of the Joker that appealed to me the most. I spotted a red jacket and went to look at some reference images. What would the odds be that I could find a red suit, green shirt and yellow waistcoat all in my size in five days? Would I become desperate enough to violate my ethics and buy something new?

Spoiler alert

I visited the secondhand shops near my work and came away feeling a little apprehensive. I made the decision to just buy any item I could find that suited my needs- more on this later. As I returned to my office after lunch, I recalled that nearby Chiswick High Street has a fantastic selection of charity shops. Since I had some containers and could pop into the Source as well, I hopped on my bike and went over that very afternoon.

Chiswick sorted me out beautifully. The first thing I spotted in the Shelter store was a bright red jacket for £15. I tried it on and it fit. I decided not to buy it immediately just in case I came across something better.

The next shop came up trumps with a pair of red trousers- I had to ask the volunteer to take them off a mannequin for me. Not perfect but definitely good enough for my needs, especially since they were ¬£6.50. I bought them straightaway so the lady wouldn’t put them back on the mannequin.

The thing I was most worried about was the waistcoat. I’d hardly seen any waitscoats at all¬†on my search, and is a yellow waistcoat an item anyone would want aside for for costume purposes? But the Barnado’s shop contained a golden floral one. Again I didn’t buy it straightaway. It wasn’t quite perfect and I had a couple more shops to visit.

I wandered down to the shop at¬†the end of the road, where¬†my eye was immediately caught by a green silk shirt. It was more olive than I wanted, but a beautiful silk shirt from Whistles seemed too good an offer to pass up at ¬£20- it’s something that can definitely slip into my work wardrobe when spooky season is over and done.

Classy AF

I quickly walked back up the street to collect the waistcoat and jacket, which was a great match for my new pants. It seemed silly to waste time looking any further. I was irrationally terrified that other shoppers would have snapped¬†my items¬†up, but I needn’t have worried.

The only big misstep I made was with the very first item I bought; another red jacket. For the first time, I investigated a weird junk shop that’s opposite my office. There’s no indication of what it¬†is on the outside, just some rails of clothing. I went in and there are hundreds of poorly sorted items and no lighting. It’s so strange. There were people wandering about¬†using their phones as torches.¬†I wish I knew the story behind it.

I found a red men’s jacket in there and hastily bought it for ¬£15. In the gloom of the shop, it had looked okay if a little big. As soon as I tried it on in a proper changing room, I realised that it wouldn’t do. I looked like a little kid in their dad’s suit. When I bought the second jacket, I donated the first one at the same time. No sense bringing it home to take up space when I have absolutely no use for it. I hope that Shelter will be able to make some money back from it at least.

Overall it felt really serendipitous that I was able to get everything I needed within only a couple of hours. Normally my cardinal rule of secondhand shopping is not to go looking for something specific. But this time, it worked for me. As my friend Cayleigh pointed out, perhaps even the men’s red jacket was part of the magic of that day of shopping. There may be some reason that it needed to find its way to the Shelter store in Chiswick.

In the end I paid ¬£49.50 (not including the stupid second jacket) for my costume, which I know is far from cheap. The silk shirt I know will go into my normal wardrobe.¬†And, in fact, I felt really fabulous in the red suit.¬†I wonder if there’s a viable market for renting a single costume only suitable for a size 10 woman. Actually, two costumes since I still have my Wonder Woman dress from last year. I feel grateful that I am fortunate enough to be able to pay a premium to live according to my principles.

The one thing I bought new was the hair wax for £11. I had to use around 1/3 of the pot to get decent colour on my hair. I quite liked the definition that it gave my curls, though it did make my hair quite hard.

Yes I did go out for dinner dressed as the Joker. And yes my two companions were wearing normal clothes.

Candid Joker

This bubble tea tastes funny

How dare you take the Joker's photograph

It was so much fun to dress up in a completely different way to normal. I’ve never worn a trouser-suit before and actually I was living for it. In fact, I don’t¬†think I’ve¬†worn a suit as an adult full stop.¬†I will 100% be looking for any excuse to wear my red suit again.¬†The biggest surprise was probably how hot I was! I suddenly have a new respect for men in three-piece suits on the tube. Continue reading


I put my OddBox subscription¬†on hold when I moved house and I haven’t felt ready to restart deliveries. In the end, I was lured back by a 50% discount code. I followed in the footsteps of my colleague (another vegan OddBoxer- am I a stereotype?) and ordered a large box to maximise value for money. I got all of this for ¬£9.24.

Since I read some posts saying that the sweetcorn would quickly start to use its sweetness, I was keen to use that first. I made a vegan corn chowder and it’s absolutely delicious. I didn’t follow the recipe exactly since I was using the produce I had on hand. I had around 1.2kg of baby potatoes and three large ears of corn. I also used up some spring onions in place of the onion. And used orange carrots. I ended up with five large and filling servings.

I followed the recipe OddBox sent for stock using the corn cobs and husks. I used it in the risotto I made with the butternut squash. I veganised (aka subbed vegan parmesan for dairy)¬†this recipe that I’ve had for years.

With the rest of the veg, I made a big stir fry/noodle type extravaganza. I stir-fried the spring onions, peppers, broccoli, beans and¬†chard. I¬†added various Asian sauces (soy/sweet chilli) and¬†a couple of packets of cubed firm tofu. I also boiled two nests of the wheat noodles I get from the zero waste store and chucked that in. This is the sort of thing I make when I’m lacking in cooking time and want something easy, tasty and plentiful. I ended up with¬†8 servings that put me in excellent stead for the following week’s meals. I had to stick some in the freezer so I will have to keep my fingers crossed that it freezes well.

I think I flew a little bit too close to the sun with the vegetable stir-fry. Because I had so much veg in the pan, it started to stew. The noodles still taste fine, I just think it would have been better if¬†I hadn’t cooked quite so much in one go.

I also made some porridge using some of the apples and pears. It wasn’t as delicious as normal because I’d run out of ground cinnamon. I did chuck in a cinnamon stick but I don’t think I left it to infuse for long enough to impart much flavour.

Having the large box was kind of a game-changer. The problem with the small box I normally get is that the smaller quantities are not conducive to batch cooking (aka meal prepping). As you may have noticed, I love to batch cook. It means that I can eat almost exclusively home-cooked food while only needing to cook a few times a week. Although I love cooking, time is a very precious commodity for me.

The only slight problem with the large box is that it includes a lot of fruit. While¬†I love fruit, I generally try not to eat more than 2-3 servings a day since it is quite high in sugar. I use OddBox to support their efforts to prevent food waste, so I would be heartbroken if I¬†had to¬†compost¬†any of it. ¬†I might try out different boxes over the next few months- trying a¬†vegetable-only box would mean that I am not overloaded with fruit. Or perhaps a medium-sized box would be more manageable (I cooked more than usual this week to ensure that all the produce would get used). In any case, I’m so pleased I tried out the large box using the¬†half-price code. I got so many delicious, fresh meals for a very reasonable price.

Hit me up if you want to give them a try! I can even give you a sweet £5 referral code. Not a sponsored post (I wish), I just think they are great.

 


It’s been a while since my last LTT post! I’ve still been doing my best to reduce my impact on the planet within the constraints of our incredibly wasteful society. For example, I made what the Vegan Society claims is one of the meals with the lowest carbon footprint (it’s dal with roasted potato and cauliflower).

Something I’ve been wanting to get back¬†into for ages is COMPOSTING. In my previous house-but-one we had communal compost and it was bloomin’ sweet. However, my two most recent rooms have been in¬†a different borough that¬†does not offer food waste collection and there doesn’t seem to be any community compost.

After¬†hearing about the¬†Bokashi method at a friend’s 40th birthday¬†I had hoped to start composting in my previous flat, which had no suitable¬†outdoor space. Unfortunately the kits were totally sold out. I have now moved into a place with a small garden and so I’ve been able to buy a¬†compost bin! Also, typically, Bokashi bins are back in stock.

I wish I had checked the small print on the ‘get composting’ website because it can take up to 28 days for them to deliver your order. I¬†ordered my bin on 20th August¬†and arrived home in the early hours of 8th September to find it waiting on my doorstep.

While I was waiting for the bin, I stored my¬†food waste¬†in the freezer. It seemed like I had loads until I decanted it into the compost bin and it didn’t even cover the bottom.

I’m not sure I’ll be in the house long enough to actually get any compost from the bin, but that’s not the point. The point is to keep food scraps out of landfill, where they won’t break down fully and what little breakdown there is releases harmful methane.

The borough¬†is good at making announcements about the climate crisis (recently ‘declaring a climate emergency’) but¬†bad at¬†doing anything to tackle it. Since I both live and work in the area, I get to see what goes on from two different perspectives. I’ve signed up to a couple of eco-type workshops and they always get cancelled. The borough¬†pays lip service to recycling in office spaces but people do not recycle properly. I have never seen an uncontaminated recycling bin and I am the sort of person who does not mind sorting others’ rubbish within reason. Similarly, walking around my neighbourhood on rubbish collection day is almost unbearable. There are so many bin bags in the street and the recycling bags (which are clear) are almost all contaminated.

I know that I should take action by contacting my local politician (though I still don’t know whether that should be my MP, councillor or both) but I am very prone to becoming paralysed in situations that I perceive as hopeless. I think that there are some fairly straightforward solutions to the problems I observe and it kills me that no one cares enough to do anything.


I’ve been quite a busy bee for a while and not had time to blog. However, one thing I always have time for is responsible adherence to local recycling regulations. Yes, I am one of the cool kids.

I thought I would write a post about how I deal with specialist recycling. Most local authorities provide a kerbside recycling service for certain materials. I try not to look in other people’s bins on collection day since the vast majority of people do not understand (or don’t care) what can and cannot be recycled, and I find it really upsetting.

Aside from what the LA will take away from your house, you can check the Recycle Now website to see what the local authority is able to recycle but not collect. I recently used it to find out where I can get rid of a bag of small electrical items (a router, a load of old wires etc.) that I generated in my house move.

On top of that, some private companies are getting in on the act, since there is money to be made in recycling. The main one I know of is Terracycle, who partner with different brands to recycle specific types of waste.

I have a wastepaper basket in which I keep bags or padded envelopes for each recycling program. Currently I have metal lids, contact lens paraphernalia, crisp packets, plastic bottle tops and miscellaneous packaging. The handy thing about using jiffy bags is that you can make a note of which recycling program it is for and what they take.

I strongly recommend checking the Terracycle website to see what can be recycled near you- you may be surprised. The website isn’t the best to navigate- if you click the link and then scroll past all the options with ‘purchase required’ you can see where you can drop off things like chocolate packaging in your area. I am a very sad person but I quite enjoy recycling. I may not have much control over the climate crisis, but at least I can be responsible for the waste that I personally produce.

Of course recycling should only be used as a last resort after reducing and re-using. But we can also only do our best and sometimes you really fancy a packet of crisps even though you know it comes in horrible packaging.

I just listened to a podcast where they spoke about the tension between the often messy reality of zero waste and the pressure to present a certain aesthetic on social media. This solution for specialist recycling isn’t Instagram-friendly but it is easy and tidy.

My new house has a very small garden so one of the things on my summer to-do list is buying a compost bin. I am so pleased because I hate throwing away food scraps knowing that they are going to sit in landfill for years and years.

 


Tatty Devine are having a retrospective of the 20 years they have been in business at the Lethaby Gallery in London. I entered a competition on Twitter, where they asked fans to share their favourite piece. I chose the rainbow necklace I made at another workshop I attended.

I was a little disappointed not to win, especially because I felt faked out when the gallery tagged me as the runner-up. Then there was a plot twist. The winner kindly offered me her +1 and before I knew it I was reorganising my Saturday plans so that I could go. Yeah, I guess I hadn’t checked my diary when I entered the competition.

I’ve actually been to a free bunting workshop at TD before. I just scrolled back through my Instagram feed to look for a picture and it was nearly four years ago!

I’d slightly hoped they might have some offcuts from the amazing acrylic they were using for another workshop available, but they didn’t.

I initially went for my default option of rainbow. However, since I know I’m pretty fast at making up the jewellery (I must have been to at least five workshops even though I haven’t blogged them all) I decided to spend a little longer at the design stage.

I laid out every colour of acrylic available, grouping them by the colours I felt went together. And this more pastelly option presented itself.

I also had a look around the exhibition- which I recommend if you are in the King’s Cross area for an hour or so. I first became aware of Tatty Devine when I was at university, so I’ve been well over ten years (god that makes me feel old). I remembered a lot of the collections. It’s interesting to notice how my tastes and personal style have evolved, and how that is reflected in the Tatty pieces I have been drawn to.

The founders of TD met at art school and I found myself, not for the first time, regretful about the way my life has turned out.

I don’t think the idea of studying art even crossed my mind when I was 17 and choosing universities, or even when I was 15 and choosing A’level subjects. I did art and graphics when I was at school. Back in those days, I think you had to choose a creative subject (art, music or drama) and a technology (my school was¬†a ‘technology college’ and I think the choices were food tech, graphics or resistant materials (which once would have been woodwork and metalwork)) for GCSE.

Even though I spent more time on my creative subjects than all the others put together, I was raised with the idea¬†that a woman has to earn her own money. Following my creative streak simply didn’t seem compatible with gainful employment. I ended up spending three wilderness years studying psychology at Oxford, then (after a couple of years of low-paid employment)¬†a further three getting my professional doctorate to get the job I have now. While I don’t hate my day job, it’s also not a passion for me.

I tend to see some kind of second career in my future. I can’t imagine doing the same job for the next several decades. But at the same time, setting up a small business seems like an awful lot of work compared to the relative safety of my life now.


As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I had to move house at the beginning of July. Moving is always an opportunity to sort through ones stuff and I am currently minded to own a lot less of it. I wish that I had kept a bit more of an inventory of what I got rid of- mostly clothes and shoes that I no longer wear, books and a lot of odd paraphernalia.

One category that I found quite tough to let go of was gifts. I have received a few things, like a crepe pan from my dad, that are actually quite thoughtful and nice items. However, I just do not need a crepe pan right now. Hopefully it will be purchased by someone who will give it the love it deserves rather than keeping it in a box for years.

I have also had a history (not for a few years now, mind) of buying things for ‘one day,’ which generally means when I eventually buy a house. For example, I have set of four or six heart-shaped teaspoons that I must have bought ten years ago. This illustrates why I try not to buy for one day anymore- my tastes evolve quite quickly. This is especially why I try really hard not to stash yarn or fabric. Heart-shaped teaspoons are just not something I would think are a good idea now. In fact, writing that paragraph has just motivated me to get rid of those bloody spoons.

I still have two big items that I haven’t managed to sell yet. Since I’m not in a rush to get rid of these items, I will simply move with them and wait until I am able to get the price I believe they are worth.

I took the opportunity to finally unravel two projects that have been hibernating for years. I was trying to knit knee pads out of the rainbow yarn. I think knitting is just not the correct medium for what I was trying to make. I was making a plain cardigan from the purple.

To be honest I’m not crazy about the shade of purple and the whole project bored me, hence the fact that it ground to a screeching halt. I have picked up a few cute sets of buttons on my travels, so I’m planning to re-make the purple yarn into a baby sweater.

A friend mentioned that she was in the market for some free yarn so I collected a big bag to give her. It’s yarn from my stash that I don’t see myself using, so I’m pleased to see it go to a good home. I put some yarn in my first batch of items going to charity and I’m a little concerned that it will end up in the bin. But what’s done is done.

While going through my knitting, I realised that I had a small moth infestation. I believe the source was the Clanger, which I have since binned. That Clanger helped to inspire me to go on this decluttering crusade, so I can’t be too cross. I think that the infestation was confined to one shelf and I have managed to freeze everything that was in the vicinity. Both of my handmade baskets had evidence of moth life. Even though they’ve been in the freezer, I am a bit scared that they may have been permanently sullied.

Actually moving was a bit of a reality check. Even though I managed to get rid of a lot of stuff, I still have an awful lot left. I’ve been lucky that the last two properties I have been in were houses, where my possessions could be spread out. Now that I am confined mostly to one room again, it’s much clearer how much I own.

I think I’m doing relatively well at not buying new things. I try to make all of my purchases thoughtfully, secondhand as far as possible. I am going to try and continue with a process of perpetual re-evaluation of my things, really thinking about what I use, am likely to use in future, and what I enjoy owning.