There's a reason this place is called Mim's Muddle, it's no use telling you what sort of stuff you'll see here because I don't know myself until it gets written. This is my brag book, my journal, my (occasional) ranting space and my creative corner of the interwebs. Come on in and have a look around, hopefully you'll find something to amuse or interest you!

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Jan 2nd, 2019

Untaken paths.

I’ve just finished reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. It was, of course, wonderful. This post is not about the book. “Face your life Its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken” There are paths I didn’t take in life. Ones I travelled a little way down and then got stuck at some barrier […]

Dec 31st, 2018

New Year, New Beginnings

It’s been a long time since I blogged. Life got interesting. In the “may you live in interesting times” curse sort of way. Big changes. I’m single. After 26 years of marriage. And not by my choice. I won’t say much about that here. If you’ve sent me messages about the tablet weaving patterns and […]

May 16th, 2017

The edges of things

Where the mountains meet sky Where rocks break sea Where skin touches skin And breath is breathed in Where a knife’s edge curls wood Where hands shape clay Where thought becomes form And beauty is made Where minds grow invention Where pen marks page Where words start stories And ink bleeds and fades Where streams […]

Feb 1st, 2017

25 years

I don’t know what he’s grinning about, he’d forgotten my ring. I wore stupid feet hurting shoes. It was all terribly traditional, church wedding, Dad walked me down the aisle. I think this was one of the solemn bits. I’m not very good at solemn. We’re both reasonably good at being grinning idiots though. And then […]

Jan 16th, 2017

It’s just a poem, ok. Mostly.

I don’t want to be angry any more, or sad, or exhausted I don’t want to feel resentment or despair Irritation, disappointment Fear But I can’t walk away I can’t not see, not know, not care I think I remember how to be happy Content At peace But I do not know how to get […]

Jul 11th, 2016

Winterfest 2016 – The Peasant’s Feast

The Revolting Peasants were persuaded by nefarious means (ok, Andrew asked me and I said yes) to provide a Saturday night feast for the Winterfest reenactors. We were catering for 100 people. I did my usual thing, when it comes to cooking stuff, of reading lots of different recipes and using an idea from this […]