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 audience lean forward as a ten-minute puppet retelling...
When I first imagined staging a pop-up knitted character performance at a tiny...
I often get asked how to put together a short, sharp puppet performance that...
I’ve taken knitted toys to more festivals than I can count: tucked under a...
I still remember the first time I knit something meant to be seen from the...
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 —...
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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When I first saw Hattie Rowan’s dolls at a summer market, I was struck by the way each tiny figure seemed to carry a whole life inside its knitted...
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I often think of knitted characters as tiny actors on a patchwork stage: their stitches are costumes, their stuffing is posture, and their maker is...
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