Do you dream of textiles? Clothes, in particular, form a routine focus of my dreams. In a dream, I might find myself wandering through the streets of an unknown city, and, arrested by a window display, be drawn inside to browse a whole collection of imaginary garments in an imaginary store. Dreams also frequently involve…
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Who hasn’t, at some point, lost their mittens? And which knitter has not wanted to recreate a piece of knitwear based on the evocative memory of something they once wore as a child? Recollections of her favourite pair of childhood mittens motivated today’s designer, Rebecca Tsai, to create her pattern for Warm Hands, which she’s…
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Without doubt the best thing about this whole blogging thing is the dialogue it enables. Under its first name of “needled”, I started this blog ten years ago, and over the past decade I’ve met some of my best friends and colleagues through this online space. Many of you correspond with me, and though it…
Read MoreYesterday an ancient wooden trunk turned up at my house. This was what I found inside. Now, you may (or may not) remember that I turned forty a wee while ago. At the time I told my family and friends not to get me anything: I am not one for birthdays, plus at that time…
Read MoreI have a downstairs neighbour (also a knitter) who, in the course of her work, often comes across interesting objects. She sometimes brings these up to show me, and together we will enthuse over a gorgeous set of art-deco buttons or an ancient pair of butter-pats. The other day she brought up a very special…
Read MoreWe spent this weekend in Rochdale, where my parents live, and where I grew up. I wanted to walk to a special place – somewhere I’ve been meaning to introduce to Tom for a very long time. It is always lovely to have a walk with my Dad. The Roch valley, crisscrossed with canals and…
Read MoreThese are my pinboards at the Astley Ainsley Hospital, covered with the wonderful cards and messages you sent. Being in hospital is a difficult business. For me, the dissociating effect of being a patient in an institution was compounded by the fact that I was inhabiting a body which did not seem to be mine…
Read MoreHello, dear friends, here I am, checking in with an update on my progress. I am doing really well, and throwing myself into the physio with gusto, but it is fair to say that what I am now engaged upon is the strangest and most difficult task I have ever undertaken. When I wrote a…
Read MoreIf you stood the course through my radio burblings the other day, you might have heard me mention the thing that I’d like to contribute to the BBC / British Museum’s History of the World in 100 objects. I thought you might be interested to see it. While I was researching my piece for the…
Read More(A familiar walk between St Annes and Lytham). I have written before about walking in familiar places. As I think about last year’s walking project, I realise just how important the familiar is to the particular pleasures I find in walking. Stomping the same ground is an important way of connecting with a landscape, allowing…
Read More(William Birch, Views of Philadelphia, 1800). This is an account of a walk covering eight miles over one day in Philadelphia. Warning! This post is long, and chock-full of personal nostalgia and eighteenth-century references! I started by strolling up Broad Street, past City Hall, and turned East on Arch, where I stopped at the Fabric…
Read MoreLast summer, when we were walking on Jura, we buried some home-brewed mead above the gulf of corryvreckan. Yesterday we retraced our steps, and returned to find it. I heart Jura. Seven miles and a very enjoyable walk later, we climbed up a cliffside on the remote and empty north-west of the island and wondered…
Read MoreWhen thinking about process, there is nothing more instructive than unpicking someone else’s stitches. I found a beautiful hand-embroidered cloth on ebay. I have plans for it. The plans involve deconstructing and transforming it into something else. I began by undoing the slip stitches of its heavy, worn cord edging. Then I started to unpick…
Read More(Newcastle Central) Tom and I were talking about station bars the other day and discovered that as teenagers, living many miles apart in Stretford and Rochdale, we both liked to hang around the one at Manchester Victoria. This had, before it fell victim to nailed-down chairs and the homogenising effects of Travellers Fayre (shudder), a…
Read More(Dean Cemetery) Just to say that my Edinburgh walk “In the steps of Jane Gaugain”, is now live over at Twist Collective. Discover centuries of knitting heritage while you stomp about the city! There is a map linked to the walk, which you can download (for handy reference). It has arrows, and everything.
Read MoreJust a quick post. After reading Lara’s comment about the Halloween Bee, and her sister’s ‘bee night’ (amazing!) I hope you will excuse my showing you this. Here are myself and my sister dressed as Jubilee Bees in 1977 (the year of Queen E’s silver jubilee). I am the bee on the right. Clearly this…
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