Free knitting pattern: The Purly Paw Print Patchwork Blanket
I heart hounds. I really do. Snoopy is my Yoda, Hong Kong Phooey is my Mr Miyagi, and when I was little I wanted to grow up to be The Littlest Hobo. So when Battersea Dogs & Cats Home got in touch to ask me to create another free knitting pattern for them, this time for their canine chums, I was tail-waggingly thrilled to do it. For those of you who have been stalking me for a while, you’ll know I created the scurvy Captain Cat-Battler for the home last year. The results were...
Read MoreLondon: Pandora the pretty in pork piglet
Who can resist the smell of frying bacon wafting up the stairs and into your sleep on a sunday morning? Well, probably not me. I have to say, however, that I ever since meeting Pickles the tiny porker back in January I’ve felt a little guilty for snacking on the flesh of her sweet and sour bretheren. Eating something you once knit a jumper for takes a guilt mastery that I have become shamefully skilled at. Nowadays I munch bacon butties without a thought for my porcine pal. Until...
Read MoreLondon: Pretty in Pork
Her name was Pickles. She was a week-old piglet. A piglet with a problem. Pickles needed to be woolly. A tall order for a small pig. And that was where I came in. The lovely people at Wildside contacted me through S&B London for a little bit of pig-warming help. Wildside are a London-based family-run image licensing company who fill their home with tiny beasts (so the animals feel at home in the photo studio). Their aim to is bring the cute to the camera, and their images are used for...
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It is 4.30am. It is very, very dark. It is very, very, very cold. What in the hell am I doing climbing 340 metres of perilous rock stairs with only a headtorch for light?
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