I’ve teamed up with the fantabulous folks at Craft to release one of the patterns from the shiny Stitch London book into the wild.
You’ll have to keep quiet or I’m not sure he’ll come out. Ready? Shhhh. Meet Toerag the Tube Mouse…
Slake Moths, from China Mieville’s Perdido Street Station, feed on people’s dreams, they excrete nightmare-making invisible poo, and they leave their victims behind as drooling hunks of human vegetable.
So what would make a more perfect tribute to Mr Mieville’s monsters than to immortalise them in lovely squishy yarn, I ask you?
It was only a matter of time before it happened: China Miéville, world famous fantasy fiction writer with a soft spot for giant squid, and Plarchie, the most infamous crafty Kraken ever knitted, in the same place at the same time. What manner of madness will be unleashed when these two steampunk giants collide?
I don’t make comics but I love them. In fact I love them so much that I share a studio with three fabulous comic creators (one of whom is my lovely boyfriend). So when all three of them took part in creating one of the most fabulous graphic novels the world has ever laid eyeballs […]
Sometimes you have to make a stand. Even when you’re less than 10cm tall and a handknitted mouse. Maybe especially when you’re 10cm tall and a handknitted mouse. You may only be one teeny tiny squeak but maybe if you squeak up when things are unjust then someone will hear you and stand with you. […]
The Alan Titchmarsh Show on October 6th was all about knitting. Hence calling on the so-called ‘Banksies of knitting’ (according to Alan’s pre-amble) myself and the good Perri Lewis. And they didn’t just want us.
Oh no, they wanted the knits too…
The final part in my tale of book worm dream and wrestling with the Grim Reaper: We last left me facing off against the Big Casino (my affectionate term for the evil cancer I was battling) with the desire to pick up a pair of knitting needles. (If you missed it read Part One first) […]
Here’s where the phrase ‘Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.’ echoes loudly through my life.
In the screaming face of all that horror I did what any girl in peril would do. I learned to knit.