How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Six – cooking, kittens, fair trade fun and escape to Jakarta. Featuring Come Dine with Me revamped for Indonesia, a small ginger kitten, how buying fair trade can save the world, a mad dash into Jakarta for lovely, lovely fabric, shells wearing googly eyes, and a final goodbye.Read More
Part five of my video diary of the trip. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Five – Early mornings, markets and cat poo coffee.
Featuring some very tired people, one of the most impressive markets ever, a conversation with a street dog, and coffee made from cat poo. Yes really.Read More
Part four of my video diary of the trip to Indonesia with Save the Children. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Four – Babies, Bieber, lollipops and lovely crafters.
Featuring even more cute kiddies, a vague reference to Justin Bieber that I am putting in to get traffic, lollipops and a load of lovely craft folks. I also chuck in a short lesson on how to speak Indonesian. Kind of.Read More
As part of the #imapiece Craftivist Jigsaw Project I was sent to Indonesia, on a mission to show the work they are doing to fight hunger, and how our voices calling for aid here can make a big difference over there.
Here’s How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Three – Kids, goats, bad jokes and home gardens. Warning: may feature impassive goats.Read More
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 More
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 More