Once in a Lifetime Stuff
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.
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.
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.
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.
Day three of Muncher the BT Artbox Monster living on the Trafalgar Square Roundabout. I’m called to in bring handmade monster first aid. But how on earth do we convince London to look after him?
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) […]
I’ll end with my very favourite moment in Augsburg. It was totally unplanned, unofficial and possibly rather illegal. If defined by was over and the White Wall on the side of the stadium was to be demolished at sunrise then there was clearly only one thing we could possibly do. I’m so glad someone managed to talk these mysterious figures into it…
Still in London. It seems that despite all my best intentions to get in, get out, and get back on the road, I am going to be in London for a bit longer than I planned. The apes, the tigers, the Great Wall, and Grand Canyon will have to wait a bit longer. So despite […]
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 […]
Yesterday morning I was art. It was all the fault of Mr Antony Gormley, whose cast-iron sculptures scared the bejesus out of half of London in 2007 by peering down from South Bank rooftops like rusty angels of death.