
There has been a bit of a pink theme this month. Having eaten my way through a lot of avocados lately I saved the stones and skins for dyeing. I froze the peel and stones…

The Cornus needed pruning and a quick Google search says that Dogwoods give a blue dye.

Before I played with wool I grew plants for a living, there were a lot of hardy exotics in my life and I still occasionally spend the odd morning at the nursery talking about plant…

The plan was to publish this pattern at the beginning of December; a perfect last minute gift that used scraps of yarn – then the website went wrong. Really, really wrong.

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…

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…

Sadly my life is not dressy and glamorous. T-shirts and jeans are my normal workwear, I only have to put on a skirt for comments to be made on my appearance – not always a…

From our first show at Woolfest last year we realised there was a small problem with our kits. So many people said that they wanted to buy one but they had baby boys. Not…

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…

You’ve knitted the bodice, blocked the pieces and sewn the seams and now it’s languishing in the ‘to do’ pile for want of a skirt. If you are more au fait with the knitting needles than…

I always find holidays exhausting, the week before you work like a lunatic to leave everything shipshape and the week after is spent catching up – oh, and ironing. Very cleverly our week away on…