From Cymbeline..

Look what I found whilst reading the very odd play Cymbeline.. so beautiful..

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust

Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,

Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;

Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:

All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

Nothing ill come near thee

Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

Lynette Gilkes

From left to right, mum, grandpa, nana, Pam and Lynette Gilkes in Wales. Lynette was Pam's friend. A sweet, shy, pretty girl.  They had a sweet connection. Lynette died a few weeks after Pam during the exact same month, July 2008. Odd. Sad. I love this photo.

and now the hat :)

Quite honestly I can't get over that I'm doing this!  A few people have said Jane knit?  But I think it's bloody marvellous..

I made a scarf

I knit now like my sister used to...

Love Dog..

Pam would love this..

winter..

Autumn

Just over a year ago I put a post on here showing a lot of things that Pam knitted. Well since then I've knitted 3 pairs of socks, a hat, a scarf, a pair of fingerless gloves, a sweater and I'm in the process of making another sweater. I never would have thought it. There are a lot of things I never would have thought. Like my sister's death.. I think Pam would say Jane I told you you'd enjoy knitting. You never listen to me. It must have been hard being the youngest..