I have a wee bit of a bit of a botanical theme going on this month. Continue reading
I love a finished object – even more so when it has as many stories connected to it as my Threipmuir!
I fell in love with this pattern the instant I saw it and decided I would purchase the yarn at the Edinburgh Yarn Festival (EYF). But the marketplace at EYF is really busy and bustling, not the ideal place to try and work out colour combinations. Continue reading
I always tell myself I’ll blog while on holiday – and then I remember I hate typing stuff up on my phone. So, everything is rather delayed.
There are three basic components to the Edinburgh Yarn Festival: learning, shopping and – most important of all – people. Continue reading
I’m in Britain! As part of a long-awaited and planned trip, I’m doing a bit of yarny and knitty stuff in Britain and the Baltic. The first stop was Edinburgh, for the Edinburgh Yarn Festival, which I’ll cover in another blog post.
Before I visited Dovecot Studios, I had already had a pretty awesome day. I had walked up Arthur’s Seat in the snow (SNOW!), visited the National Museum, and had an exceptionally appropriate (given the weather) vegetable soup for lunch.
Last Sunday I again tried to reach the top of Te Kopahou Hill – and I again failed. It was an enjoyable failure – a nice day’s walk, I got a little bit further than last time, and think I now know the best route. At the time, of course, I didn’t think that and wanted to scream at the hill path I was attempting.
But hey I still got some nice photos. Continue reading
I’m a few days late for Yarnalong, but better late than never right?
I still haven’t got much to show on the knitting front, as I’m designing stuff that’s not ready to release yet, but I have cast on a Hello Kimono baby cardigan for a friend.
But there’s much more to report on the book front: Continue reading
Several years ago, I spotted a woolwinder and a swift on a carpentry website and asked my Dad to make me them. I wasn’t being wholly serious – they looked really hard to make.
I was living in Melbourne at the time. Lo and behold, on Dad’s next trip to see me, out of the suitcase came the swift and the woolwinder. Continue reading