katetheyogi

Slave to two cats (I'm sure that's how they see me), living in rural Yorkshire in the North of England with my husband. It's a very tea shop and old lady area of the country. Think bleak moorland and very little going on. The house is gradually being taken over by my fibre related hobbies. I think my husband is crossing his fingers that one day I'll stop buying yarn/fabric and just make with what I have, I'm less optimistic. There's yarn everywhere and since the sewing machine arrived there's also an increasing and troubling amount of fabric. I knit. A lot. I have a genuine problem deciding which hat/scarf/mittens combo to leave the house in. Woollen wearing makes Autumn/Winter/Spring good seasons.

Space not taken up with yarn is absorbed by books. If nothing else all the paper and wool is insulating. Old Yorkshire stone houses aren't all that warm and I can (only just and only if the pattern is simple) read and knit at the same time. That's what I tell my boss when he sees me sat at my desk knitting anyhow.

Between the making I sometimes find time for some reading, some yoga and on occasion a little bit of medical statistics geekery to pay the bills.

I spend most afternoons walking on the moors with my neighbour and her dogs.

Just re-read this. It makes me sound at least 60. I'm actually in my 30s and rapidly thinking I need some cooler hobbies.

I love glitter and laughing with friends and acrobalance and playing on the static trapeze. If my academic career becomes too dull, I'll run away and join the circus... or maybe run a knitting shop... or a yoga/craft retreat center where you get to learn to knit and do acro-yoga... wait... I think my job is already too dull...

I don't care what you choose to send, just that you've chosen to send something. I care that you've chosen to make a connection with a stranger you will likely never meet and not the 'what' of what you choose to share. In a world that is becoming increasing 'virtual' a physical connection with another human being (even though only via a small postcard) is a very special thing.