When I design a knitted character, the colour is often the first thing I fall in love with. A tiny blush on a cheek, a stripe that tells you a backstory, or a hat in a very particular mossy green can...
I’ve spent many summers walking festival fields with a notebook in one hand...
I once took a single Somerset folktale — a clever sheep that outwitted a...
I first started thinking about a weatherproof soundbox on a soggy Sunday at a...
I’ve sold knitted characters from a stall at dozens of weekend folk...
I like to think of a knitted character as a small ambassador: it carries...
I remember the first time a village storyteller told me a tale about a small,...
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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