Howling: a fictional Sussex village in Stella Gibbons’ classic novel, Cold Comfort Farm. A place where gumboots are essential and the wind comes in “snarling cries”. Also the name for this easy to memorise, mock rib cowl that’ll keep the snarling cries at bay.
Miss Lavish is my workbag. Now I don’t usually name my possessions. The cat spent several months without a name and even now I’m not sure he’s a Perkins but it’s sort of stuck. My workbag, however, was named instantly, it just clicked.
Selborne is a small village in Hampshire close to where our grandparents lived when we were children. Famous to most for the home of Gilbert White, the naturalist and for us the zig-zag path and violets.
One of the things about attending lots of lovely wool shows is that Nicola and I spend a lot of time in a car. As I can’t get my head around an automatic gear box she gets to do all the driving and I get to think up new products …. or sleep.
It’s Yarndale in Skipton, North Yorkshire this weekend and we’ll be on stand 167 if you’re visiting.
It’s Yarndale next week and preparations are under way but perhaps not as under way as they should be.
Sampler, a warm woolly scarf to keep out the winter draughts and just what you need to knit when the temperatures hit 30°C. We had this scarf as a sample at Woolfest and we also meant to have the pattern all typed up and ready to go. Well that was the plan, it was never going to happen.
When I taught myself to knit in the early 1980’s life was simple when a pattern said cast on you did just that, a simple cable cast on and off you went. There was only one way to cast on, wasn’t there?
It appears there are nearly as many ways to cast on as there are knitters to knit them.
I’ve been dyeing stock for our first ever show at Woolfest at the end of next month and I have a new yarn base to play with. It’s a lovely springy South American merino 4 ply, very soft but still with some body.
Recently Nicola and I went to H+H Cologne on a serious shopping trip for the shop. Just before she left home Nicola phoned with a list of the clothes that she was taking as we both have similar tastes and we needed to check that we hadn’t packed the same. At our age identical is not a good look. The positive side of both liking the same things is when we saw Erika Knight’s Studio Linen we both said yes.
We’ve been away for a few days camping in Tarifa; well ok not a tent but a luxury yurt.
When we were kids, Easter was a hot cross bun on Good Friday and a Quality Street chocolate egg each which was always hidden at the back of Mum’s wardrobe, so the egg hunt was remarkably quick. We never had Simnel cake and I didn’t have an Easter biscuit until I’d left home, started my first job and I was introduced to them by ‘Elen the head groom’s widow. She lived in the corner house of the stable yard and each year made Easter biscuits from an old family recipe.
I taught myself to knit. When Nicola left for university I took over from her as Saturday girl in the village wool shop. I had never had so much money before.
Our house is old and over the years it’s been pulled about, the floors have been taken up and the windows were replaced when a neighbouring house was bombed and now nothing fits.