Edinburgh Yarn Festival
I was sitting at Edinburgh Waverley station on Sunday afternoon, knitting my sock and waiting for my platform to be announced, when the lady next to me leaned over and said, “Have you been...
I was sitting at Edinburgh Waverley station on Sunday afternoon, knitting my sock and waiting for my platform to be announced, when the lady next to me leaned over and said, “Have you been...
I’m off to Edinburgh tomorrow for the Yarn Festival, which is hugely exciting – I mean, 3 1/2 hours of train knitting! That is not to be sniffed at and my bag of on-the-train projects...
I was super- excited on Thursday to be setting off from Winwick for the short drive to the next village where Black Sheep Wools were hosting a lecture by a very special visitor –...
I love a good tick list, don’t you? I veer between wanting to cross the items off with a strong line through the words, firmly indicating that the task has been completed, and wanting...
After that title, you might have been hoping for a post about tall grey birds wearing hand-knits, in which case I’m sorry to disappoint you. There are herons and socks in this post –...
Today is, I have been reliably informed by big daughter who knows about these things, “hump day”. It sounds vaguely rude to me, but according to the Collins Dictionary it’s the middle of the working...