This week for me has been about diversity… and the many different ways we express our individuality. The reason – books and knitting. To explain. I was looking forward to the Knitting and Stitching Show at London Olympia – the exhibition space and convention centre in Kensington. It’s huge. I had forgotten just how big it…
Any knitter who goes to Ireland knows what is waiting for them… Aran sweaters, Aran scarves, Aran blankets. Aran knitting of all shapes and sizes and colours. It is probably no surprise therefore that while on my Irish holiday, I found my way to the Aran islands– and I was immediately struck by two things.…
I have just got to stop going to Wool and knitting shows. Last weekend, I was at the Waltham Abbey Wool Show. The thing about events like this… many of the stall holders are real crafters. They spin their own wool and hand dye it – often with natural dyes, not commercial chemicals. And they…
It will come as no surprise to regular visitors to this blog, but for those who don’t know – I am a knitter. I enjoy it so much, I made the heroine of my latest novel a knitter so she could share my hobby. I find knitting relaxing. It helps with the RSI after all…
This is my latest knitting project – it’s a pretty baby jacket. I’ve never knitted a baby thing before, and there was a very good reason I suddenly had to knit this. As an author, I draw on real-life experiences in my stories and my characters. In real life – I travel a lot for…
Yesterday I broke a curse… well, kinda… As some of you know, I knit. And the dreaded pink thing is one of those projects that I think all knitters trip over from time to time – the project from hell! It’s taken me months… no… if I’m honest, years to get it right. But I know…
Or… how I went to Ally Pally and nearly lost my mind. Regular readers will know that some time ago I took up knitting. I’m not that good at it – but I really like it. So – a friend told me about this Knitting and Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace. I must…
Have you ever fallen for a young man with deep dark eyes, long dark lashes and a habit of.. well.. moaning? Last weekend I was swept off my feet by a serious dose of llama love.