Why I wanted a smell-proof knitted companionI've made dozens of small knitted characters for festivals, market stalls, and quiet evenings at home. They travel with me in rucksacks, sit in festival...
Rain is the festival’s uninvited guest: one minute you’re arranging a tiny...
I first wondered whether a single knit pattern could become a festival series...
I love the challenge of making a tiny musician who not only looks like they...
I learned to collect folktales at summer festivals, notebook balanced on my...
I’ve been hauling projects and a battered project bag to fields, village...
When I first brought a ten-minute knitted puppet set to an acoustic folk stage,...
I love the challenge of making a tiny musician who not only looks like they belong on a festival stage but can also hold a fiddlestick between their...
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I learned to collect folktales at summer festivals, notebook balanced on my knee while a fiddler warmed up and a maker braided bunting nearby....
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I’ve been hauling projects and a battered project bag to fields, village greens and muddy festival carparks for most of my life. After more than a...
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When I first brought a ten-minute knitted puppet set to an acoustic folk stage, I remember feeling equal parts excited and a little terrified....
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Shipping fragile knitted characters by train across the UK feels like sending a small, breathing piece of my festival stall out into the world....
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Putting together a weekend festival pop-up of limited-edition knitted folk characters is one of my favourite challenges: it’s equal parts design,...
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I was once asked to bring a knitted mascot to a windy seaside festival and then fly it home the next day. It sounds like the sort of whimsical errand...
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I once sat up late in a field behind a folk stage, socks rolled down, a mug of lukewarm tea in one hand and a half-finished knitted gnome in the...
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I once stood in a damp village hall, clutching a box of knitted puppets that smelled faintly of lavender and wool. That night I watched a rapt...
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When I first imagined staging a pop-up knitted character performance at a tiny summer fete, I had two things: a pocketful of hand-knit gnomes and a...
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