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 jaunty scarf, perched on a promotional stall and...
I remember the first time I set up a two-hour pop-up performance of knitted...
Rain at a summer folk festival is as inevitable as an accordion tune —...
When someone asks me, "How much should I charge for custom knitted character...
I’ve recently fallen into a new kind of craft: shaping my game around the...
I make a lot of small characters. Tiny hands, tilted caps, and button eyes...
When a folk tale is told at a festival it breathes, twists, and grows with...
I’ve organised my fair share of pop-ups that stitch together the steady rhythm of makers’ fingers with the lively pulse of musicians’ tunes....
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I first started sketching this project after a long rainy afternoon at a village fête where a Morris troupe warmed up under canvas canopies. The...
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There’s a particular hush in the hour before a yarn-bombing goes live — the kettle boils, the last wrist warmers go on, and a band of volunteers...
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I often think of my knitting as a small orchestra of hands: the steady up-and-down of the needles is a rhythm that likes a soundtrack. At festivals,...
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Festivals are cloth-eared to bad weather: one minute you’re under a warm sun, the next you’re sheltering from a drizzle while trying not to sit...
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I’ve sold knitted characters from a little stall at more folk festivals than I can count, and one thing I’ve learned is that what you pack can...
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I love turning old stories into small, knitted lives — the kind you can cup in your hands and send skittering across a tabletop stage. Adapting a...
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Hello — if you’ve ever watched a flock of festival-goers tighten their scarves against a wind-blown stage and wished you could bottle that tiny,...
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I love a village fête because it’s where making and merriment meet: bunting flutters, local bands play, and children dart between stalls with...
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I still remember the first fair where I nervously pinned a price tag to a tiny hand-knitted fox and wondered if anyone would pay more than the cost...
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