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Knitblast the Fourth: Holy knitted lamppost cosy, Batman

Posted by on 24 Jun, 2009 in My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Simple Sock Yarnstorms, Solo Graffiti | 4 comments

Knitblast the Fourth: Holy knitted lamppost cosy, Batman

Derby – city of the hangovers, heartaches, hidden handholding and half-price promises of my misspent youth. I returned here dragging my feet so reluctantly I may as well have been walking backwards. A cup of tea, a deep breath, a check of the knitblast utility belt and a trip into my past. Here was the house where I sat on the kitchen worktop and shared reduced-to-clear smoked salmon with three hungry rescue cats. Here was the club doorway that I stumbled from at 3am in search of chips,...

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Kathmandu: “These eyes are considered very beautiful.”

Posted by on 12 Dec, 2008 in Nepal, People, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Space Invaders, Temples, Travel | 9 comments

Kathmandu. I have always wanted to come to Kathmandu, though I didn’t really know anything about it. The name alone convinced me it was somewhere I needed to see. What did this Cat Man look like?

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Orchha: “Hello Auntie!”

Posted by on 28 Nov, 2008 in India, Knitting, My Knits, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Temples, Travel | 1 comment

It is the place where I finished my first ever sock. In a restaurant where rats ran in and out of the kitchen, jumping off shelves and around jars, causing a French woman to feed her dinner to a passing street dog and say to the owner “You should beeee ashaaaaaamed of your restauran’, eeet eeeez full of rats!” before storming out.

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Delhi to Jaipur: “She is very old and gets sick when she travels.” (groooooaaan)

Posted by on 11 Nov, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Trains, Travel | 1 comment

“She is very old and gets sick when she travels.” The girl explained, “She must sit by the window”. Granny moaned in pure Bollywood style. We looked at the Indian men stretched out on the bunks above, one to a bunk, opening a sneaky eye to watch the proceedings and then hastily shutting it when they saw us watching.

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Chandigarh: “You remind me of the babe.”

Posted by on 4 Nov, 2008 in Animals, India, Purl Interrupted, Sights, Travel | 5 comments

Chandigarh: “You remind me of the babe.”

The maze is 20 hectares of pure imagination, twisty passages, armies of wobbly-legged stickmen, spindly ponies, growling stone hounds, hobbling rocktagenarians clutching clay pots, wavering-necked graceful but gawky swans and peacocks with shards of mosaic feathers, and colourful boogie-ing bracelet maidens.

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