Last Thursday I facilitated a workshop for the first time in years. It was three hours. Laid back. Easy. Only about two hours of actual content, and then time for questions at the end. Nothing like the full-day workshops I used to run. And yet, driving away afterward, something had …
the honest post series

Designs by a Human, Tested by Humans
I want to write about something that has been sitting heavily with me, and I am going to do it with the full awareness that I use AI in my job as a Power Platform developer, and to keep up with the social media side of Ilona Slow Life Creations. …

The Learner Has Passed the Master
Someone asked me recently why I do not design intricate knitting patterns. It is a fair question. My crochet designs have complexity — construction that takes thought, stitch patterns that require attention, garments that demand something from the maker. But my knitting patterns are what I call Measure and Make. …

Forgive and Forget — The Lie We Were Told
The previous post opened something I was not entirely expecting. Messages arrived. Privately, carefully, from people carrying things they had not said out loud in a very long time. The same struggles. The same weight. And threaded through many of them — the same question about forgiving other people that …

One Strand at a Time
I realised something this morning. I am not sure when it changed. I am not sure how. But somewhere in my fifties, quietly and without announcement, something shifted — and I only noticed it today, sitting alone with my knitting and the sounds of whatever is happening outside. Let me …

Knitting Through the Madness — A Menopausal Confession
Let me tell you about yesterday. We went to town for groceries. Simple enough. Two shops in, my husband quietly handed me the car keys and suggested, with the patience of a man who has clearly been paying attention, that he would get the last few things. He would meet …

