Michelle Howard

Proud mum of 2 , wife , occupational therapist , enthusiastic but not great furniture upcycler. etc etc

[Papaganda @Banjaxbill]

Lady passenger from Marylebone to kings X this morning. I have your phone . Left in cab , you'd been to stoke Mandeville and we're going home to Peterborough, you paid in cash . Please circulate

[fleetstreetfox @fleetstreetfox]

This amazing man will have his funeral tomorrow. His son fears there will be no-one to mourn him. If anyone can get to Lakenheath, Suffolk, for 10am, or Ipswich crem t 115pm, you will be more than welcome. Let's honour the last hero of Operation Bagpipes.

https://t.co/0gi3ACXPgA

[Benonwine @benonwine]

If you could repost it would be appreciated. Let’s try and find Olivia

[Ellie Stone @ellsdesign_]

Hoping Irish friends can help me out here 🙌🏻

I’m looking for this Celtic Connemara Earthenware butter dish - in this gorgeous green 🥹💚 it’s the only piece missing from a collection a friend of mine has built over the years - all leads greatly appreciated 🙌🏻

#celticconnemara

[Michelle Howard @Michell42811459]

@sweet_nector1 Shoe last

[SnoVette TM ❄️🍁❄️👎 No DM's Baron333 BlueSky @Snowball1776]

Absolutely 💯 agree

[Benonwine @benonwine]

Repost and drop a 👍 if you are going to wear a poppy this year?

[Benonwine @benonwine]

Repost and drop a 👍 if you are going to wear a poppy this year?

[💂🏻‍♀️👋🏻вєαя🍻🇬🇧™ @BigBearF1]

This is NOT a joke. Please RT the shit out of this. ……. Thank You. 💂🏻‍♀️👋🏻🇬🇧💐

[Tokyo @otokyo]

Do you know who he is? 😃

[🎼🌺Music Love♥️ @ThoNg676733]

The sign needs to be spread better.👍

[Benonwine @benonwine]

Sharia Law has NO place in Britain REPOST if you Agree…..👍

[Michelle Howard @Michell42811459]

@BestinDogs Newman, as in Paul Newman and his baby blues

[Michelle Howard @Michell42811459]

@DerrickLu16 @BestinDogs Oakley

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

For the last nine months, my wife, Brooklyn has been pregnant with a very sick baby boy. Three or four months ago, we learned that the baby had severe hydrocephalus. Back in the old days, hydrocephalus was called, "water on the brain"....too much brain fluid. Ultimately, we were referred to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital, where we were told, by several of the most highly regarded fetal specialists in the country, that his condition was dire. The baby's condition was "off the charts bad." It was so extreme, that the specialists stopped measuring and monitoring his brain's fluid level because, at that point, it didn't really matter. The MRI's were sickening to look at. We were told, pointblank, that there was over a 90% chance that the baby would either die shortly after birth or have such severe cognitive impairments that any quality of life would be hard to imagine. We had a meeting with palliative care regarding the use of life sustaining measures, and had detailed, awful, and emotional discussions about the ethics of when we might need to remove or cease such measures - which would result in the baby "passing away peacefully."
Brooklyn relocated to Cincinnati and lived in a hotel close to the hospital - in case she went into labor. I commuted back and forth, while trying to work and take care of Sophie and Lily at home. On July 8th Brooklyn did, indeed, go into labor. Literally, 15 minutes before they wheeled her back to start the C-section, we had another meeting with doctors regarding the use of a breathing tube and at what point we might need to remove that tube and let the baby go to heaven. Guess what?. .The baby came out crying - which was the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
In a nutshell, Charlie Edward Schnarr, stayed in infant intensive care until yesterday - when we all came home. He seems to be a normal, beautiful baby doing all the things that babies do. He has mild ventricular enlargement, but we can deal with that with checkups. How did this happen??... The doctors said, "we do not have and cannot come up with a medical explanation for what we've witnessed here." Somehow, his brain found a way to naturally "clear" the blockage or re-route the fluid that was causing the oppressive "back-up" of brain fluid. During the last week, I heard the word "divine intervention" and "miracle" more times than I could count. Nurses with decades of experience, and esteemed, nationally admired doctors were flabbergasted but jubilant. Because of the "domino effect" of friends, family, clients, colleagues and even strangers praying and asking others to pray for us, I do not doubt that there were thousands of people praying for us.
I'm a practical person that certainly believes in science and medical technology, but I absolutely know, from the bottom of my heart, that God was involved in this. I give ALL of the credit and glory to him. From the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your thoughts, prayers, notes of encouragement, cards, texts, emails, and outpouring of love. Prayer is positively powerful. God is real, and he still performs miracles."
God bless,
-Nick

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My daughter is 12 years old.
Last year, she came home from school almost every day with tears in her eyes.
Not because of a bad grade, not because of a failed test…
But because a group of classmates had decided that loving crochet and handmade things wasn’t “normal.”

They gave her nicknames, mocked her lunch, her clothes, even the way she spoke.
Little by little, she stopped talking. First at school… then even at home.

For a while, I felt like I was losing her, piece by piece.
She would lock herself in her room—no phone, no sharing, just her and our dogs. Silence.
I thought she was running away from the world.
I was wrong. She was building her own.

I have a small crochet shop: dolls, blankets, little creations. She would watch me work without saying a word. I never pushed her to join in; I didn’t want her to feel it was an obligation.

Then one day, I noticed some of my yarn was missing. I said nothing.

Yesterday, she walked into my room with a rug.
An entire crochet rug.
Made by herself.
No help, no tutorials. Just her hands, her mind, and a quiet fire.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said:
“They can laugh all they want. But one day I’ll have my own shop. And then they’ll want to be nice to me.”

In that moment, my heart tightened—in the best possible way.
She didn’t cry. She didn’t hide.
She created.
Out of spite. Out of pride. For herself.

And yes, I’m proud.
Not just because she made a beautiful rug with no guidance,
but because she found her voice… in the yarn.
And that voice—now—no one can take from her.

Let them laugh. She’s already building something real.

[Benonwine @benonwine]

Repost and Drop a 🇬🇧 if you are proud to be British.

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

Did you know that in Romania, trucks loaded with beehives are rented out to flower growers?

These massive rigs become mobile "bee hotels," buzzing with thousands of bees that pollinate fields of flowers and crops.