Cecilia’s Hand-spun Yarn at Ally Pally
This is very exciting! My yarn is at the Knitting & Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace until Sunday 14th, courtesy of the wonderful Stealthbunny on stand TGF7. Here is some of it!
This is very exciting! My yarn is at the Knitting & Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace until Sunday 14th, courtesy of the wonderful Stealthbunny on stand TGF7. Here is some of it!
Last Christmas, we were given a calendar of pointless words. It’s called Forgotten English and on the whole it’s pretty obvious why. Today’s word, however, is a good one. “Snocksnarls – all of a heap; generally used of entangled thread”. … Continue reading
On Friday arrived a wonderful parcel for Pakistan from Otiva on Ravelry: 24 colourful and expertly-knitted little hats, made by her and her mother. How wonderful! Thank you so much to both of you! Another parcel arrived last week – … Continue reading
Tomorrow, Jan & I are exhibiting at this: So I have been very busy making things, which also happens to be What I Mostly Did On My Holidays
Today the postman brought the first parcel with some things for Pakistan: Two gorgeous, beautifully-knitted hats from Wendoline on Ravelry (accompanied by some rather splendid Wensleydales!). Thank you ever so much, Wend!
I don’t much enjoy the clocks going back – mostly because I get very hungry! It suddenly seems such a long wait between rushing around doing the evening outdoor jobs and Graham getting home so we can have dinner. However, … Continue reading
I’d love to say I’m such a Super-Knitter that I whisked this one up last night… But that would be a fib! I love my Work-in-Progress Box!!! This is a large chest which lives in the sitting room and in … Continue reading
I’ve been mustering my thoughts & photos for a nice, long What-I-Did-On-My-Holidays post, but events which have been so far running rather vaguely in parallel universes (accounts…tax return…Woolfest stall applications…forthcoming exhibition…commissions…) have converged. I have realised with horror that it … Continue reading
Extreme old age finally caught up with poor Sasha
I have a poor sense of smell. Actually, “poor” is the wrong word. “Silly” is better.