On our way out to breakfast with friends this morning, we were held up in the village of Ponsanooth, long enough for me to get this photo of a lovely window.
My friend P and I are still knitting squares for the Palestine appeal by Fariha. P has been more industrious than I and made some lovely squares. I will get these posted off soon. You can read about why we are knitting the squares here.
We’ve cleaned up our slabs today and I love the dendrites.
ladysighs
July 31, 2026 at 2:07 pm
You are always busy creating and making beautiful things. I can’t sew on a button. 🙁
mybeautfulthings
August 1, 2026 at 8:52 pm
Creating, be it cake making or knitting, playing with my stained glass or even doing a jigsaw, is what keeps me sane. All the best to you, my friend. 🙂
Penny
July 31, 2026 at 7:49 am
The pretty pattern for the squares was your idea and makes them look more interesting! I’ve enjoyed knitting them and thinking peaceful thoughts to go with them
mybeautfulthings
August 1, 2026 at 8:53 pm
It’s a really mindful activity isn’t it and making oneself think peaceful thoughts is very helpful too. 🙂
beth
July 30, 2026 at 8:51 pm
what a beautiful window and i love the idea of the squares and so sad about what each one represents
mybeautfulthings
August 1, 2026 at 8:57 pm
It’s hard knowing what each square represents and knowing that we have to keep on knitting as even more children are killed. It’s a tiny recognition that , when the whole is put together , at least remembers the lost little lives.
beth
August 1, 2026 at 10:33 pm
it is heartrending. last week, a group of us made signs with each person
beth
August 1, 2026 at 10:41 pm
last week, here in ann arbor, MI, we made signs with the faces of each person killed by ICE, with their name, birthdate, and the date they died. it was an incredibly sad project. like you, we had to keep making more signs.
once the signs were ready, we wore black and had a silent vigil with just a steady drum beat, walking through the city on a busy friday night. i could tell when people would finally figure out what we were there for and who the people were that we were carrying signs for. some people stopped to watch, we were 100 people strong, some people whispered thank you, or nodded their heads, and i will never forget the face of a young woman, sitting at an outdoor table, understanding, with tears pouring down her face as we approached and passed by.