London: Graffiti knitting confessional
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 i
London: 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.
London: The Fourth Plinth: “Knitting girl! Knitting girl!”
Yesterday morning I was art. It was all the fault of Mr Antony Gormley, whose cast-iron sculptures scared the bejesus out of h
London Guerilla Knitting: “My yarn is as bad ass as your spray can.”
Guerilla knitting. Street art that sings the same yarn-flavoured tune I do. Always had vague fluffy plans of releasing my knit
London: 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 smal
Rishikesh: Himalaya-side Knitting
It’s sort of chilly up here with the Himalayas peering down your neck, so it makes sense there should be knitted goodies all
Aurangabad to Dehli: “What are you weaving?”
“Don’t worry. The cockroaches won’t hurt you.” by a smiling be-turbaned Sikh youth as I got warily into bed.
London: I bet I’ve forgotten something…
Yes, I will be travelling. Yes, I am taking six pairs of knitting needles and more sock yarn than is healthy, and ok, I am a b