Happy Thursday! Aren’t you so glad for the weekend? I can’t wait!

I wanted to offer another poem today. (Like I’ve said, I’ve been writing a lot!)

I call this one “Irony”. It came out of me thinking about how ironically beautiful and yet at the same time anguished the world is. Natural disasters, plagues, the food chain. That’s just the nature end of things. Add humanity into the mix and the list of anguishes gets longer.

However, this is not how things were meant to be. When mankind acted in disobedience to God, bringing the curse of sin upon the world, we did not just curse ourselves; we cursed creation too.

“For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it… For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.” (Romans 8:20,22).

The world which should have been beautiful and full of joy became ugly and full of pain. And yet, it still has some semblance of beauty. It still has some joy in it. And this bears witness to the hope we have, that someday Christ will come and make all things new again. The beauty that once was will be again.

But until then, we have the job of reminding the world of its beauty. And by world I mostly mean people. And that’s hard. Because for all the beauty that people can create, they can also author some pretty disgusting ugliness. Sometimes even we, intending to bring beauty, find ourselves the bringers of ugliness. But the importance is in trying, in getting up each day and purposing in our hearts to communicate God’s great love, mercy, and beauty to an increasingly loveless, dying, ugly world. That’s one heck of a job, but He’s given it to us. And with His strength (gosh, only with His strength) we can remind the world of its beauty and fight the ugliness,

fight the irony.


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(state game lands, Pennsylvania)





Across the rocks of emerald moss,

across the mountain’s crest,

I walk and ponder life’s great loss,

the death of all the best.


Across the streets of greasy stone,

between the towers of steel,

I trudge and ponder those alone,

devoid of all that’s real.


Across the paths of hemlock pines,

and lanes of lush green grass,

I stroll and ponder better times,

empires of oil and brass.


Across the scrubby, boiling sand,

the arid plains of waste,

I trek and ponder Christian hands,

in vain they made their haste.


Across the rug between the panes,

stained red to match His blood,

I plod and ponder us who bask

in comfort, doing “good”.


Thanks for reading!


(Poem and photography by Hannah Allman)


Hello Everyone!

I hope your September has been well. Classes have been keeping me busy, and I’ve been writing a lot of poetry for my English classes, which is absolutely lovely.

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I’ve never really thought of myself as a poet, always more of a novelist or short story writer. And those are still my favorite forms.

But lately I am finding that a poem is elegant, eloquent, a little trinket of thought to put away or give away.

So, in the spirit of Autumn, which every year I realize to be my favorite season, I offer you:



Summer must end, you know.

The green that carpets

the earth must fade,

and the leaves 

must fall



Dry, brown, scutt’ling about,

bunched in heaps like trash,

crunching, crackling,

twisted dry




The sky must lose its hue,

grow washed of color,

melt into gray, 

until it

looks so



The air must become ice,

cold and creeping up

like fear or fright,

like dread or

like death.



The flowers must fall, and

the grass must dry out,

the creatures must 

hide away

or go



The rains must come quickly,

drowning the world in

cold, wet, flood of





The colors of the world

must die like a star,

Bright. Brill’iant. Blast.

Then black, white,

no shade,



Summer must end, you know.

It must even die. 

How then, tell me,

can it be




Thanks for reading!


(Poem by Hannah Allman. Photography by Hannah Allman.)


Right now I am setting up this sewing-themed blog while I am procrastinating from actually sewing. How sad is that?

The title of this blog kind of sums me up. I always have pins and needles on the brain (well, not literally).

Figuratively, I am always dreaming up sewing or knitting projects. However, I never find the time to actually complete them.

Today I am going to sew a gift for a friend. I see her tomorrow.

I also need to repair a dress. I wanted to wear it this weekend.

And I am in the middle of altering a blouse. I probably will never wear that blouse again.

Now I’m depressed. And you know what? That’s kind of stupid. Because life is to short to be on pins and needles (see what I did there?). Life is to short to feel depressed over what needs accomplished. Life is so short, that we need to just get up and get things accomplished. Some things will, some things won’t, but at least we can say we tried.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sew.