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 hands and survive the enthusiastic handling that...
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,...
Shipping fragile knitted characters by train across the UK feels like sending a...
Putting together a weekend festival pop-up of limited-edition knitted folk...
I was once asked to bring a knitted mascot to a windy seaside festival and then...
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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I often get asked how to put together a short, sharp puppet performance that still feels rich and rooted in folk tradition. Recently I set myself the...
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I’ve taken knitted toys to more festivals than I can count: tucked under a stall table during a rainstorm, stacked on a dusty bench between sets,...
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I still remember the first time I knit something meant to be seen from the other side of a festival field: a plucky, oversized hedgehog mascot with a...
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