Free Pattern: Blinkin’ Bookworm
To celebrate the release of my two ever-so-shiny book I'm releasing this free Blinkin' Bookworm pattern into the wild just for you. Knit him up and leave him somewhere bookish, whether its on your own bookshelf, munching through manuscripts at your local library or nibbling novels at your favourite book shop.
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Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarn! Me hearties! The notorious Captain Cat-Battler is a veteran of cat vs mouse conflict. Since the dawn of time, rodents and their feline foe have pitted their wits against one another. Captain Cat-Battler is a handmade hero of mousekind, keeping the cats of the world on their furry toes with his cunning and his defiant squeak. Captain Cat-Battler was designed specially for Battersea Dogs & Cats Home and their new Cat Knit project. The Battersea Home is one of my favourite...
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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 the whinging and whining of my backpack and boots (quiet in there!) I thought I better make myself comfortable in my city. Comfortable comes in the form of finding my constantly moving littlest hobo of a brain something to do. So I...
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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...
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