Author Archives: Ellie Thouret

About Ellie Thouret

I'm an obsessive knitter based in the UK's North West. Passionate about good food, crafts, home decor and my family.


I’m driving our people carrier, running errands after the kids are in bed. A song comes on Spotify, one I’ve not heard in over a decade, and I’m instantly transported back in time. I am 20 years old, on a … Continue reading

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but i’m not very good at it

Recently, our six-year-old son has started commenting that he isn’t very good at specific things. On the list so far are football, drawing, and art in general. He is unemotional when he says this; he’s just stating what he considers … Continue reading

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she sleeps with her arms above her head

She’s done it since she was a baby. I didn’t realise she still did; I checked on them in the night because her twin was ill. She has this serious look on her face, not stern but kind of no-nonsense. Continue reading

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self-care questionnaire

Questions from the amazing Kickstart Your Creative Heart course I’m currently doing. What does self-care mean in your world? Keeping myself balanced so that I can give enough of myself to the people in my life. It’s essential and helps … Continue reading

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i’m being a corn

She is in constant movement, her body involuntarily marking a song’s beat whenever she hears music. She jumps down from the sofa, pushes her toys to one side and dances, getting lost in the connection between what she hears and … Continue reading

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he doesn’t know what a cow is

We are in the car on the way to visit some friends back in the UK for Christmas. Guy drives, I knit, our three children sit in the back and make observations about the outside world. It has snowed, and … Continue reading

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a family in the waiting room

I’m sitting in a reception area at this huge hospital in. Manchester. My foot taps uncontrollably and I’m taking deep breaths every few minutes. I’m waiting to see a genetic counsellor for a review. I last saw her five years … Continue reading

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one of those days

We all have those days. This is what I tell myself when I have one of those days. ‘Those days’, when everything seems to be doomed from the start. When you agree to do stuff against your better judgement (which … Continue reading

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mothering without my mother

My mum died of breast cancer when I was 10 years old. Losing a parent so young is the antithesis of the gift that keeps on giving. Every special occasion, every achievement, every milestone in my life is a reminder … Continue reading

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dear eldest, i miss you

It started while I was pregnant. Confined to the house, if not to bed, our just-the-two-of-us world was interrupted out of necessity. I railed against it, did too much, because I wanted to be with you and make the last … Continue reading

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