fourth edition

My good friend, the old maiden aunt better known as Lilith, is away on holiday and yesterday I went down to West Kilbride to look after her workshop.
What did I spend my time doing? Did I pet her handdyed yarns or fondle the abundant piles of spinning fibres?
Of course I did, but actually I [...]

I saw this* and then I started missing academia once more and also really, really wanted to move to London. But, you know, life isn’t so bad. Thursday I’ll be baby-sitting the Old Maiden Aunt studio as Lilith’s away, so do pop by West Kilbride if you fancy buying some lovely handpainted yarn and a [...]

I have had the strangest weekend ever. Okay, maybe not ever ever, but it was strange. We went up to Aberdeenshire and strangeness ensured. I’m home now, thank heavens. My partner, Dave, is away at Dr. Sketchy’s and it’s quiet here. I have ripe plums waiting for me and I am enjoying having bare feet. [...]

What does home mean to you?
When I left Denmark in 2006, I spent the last few weeks living out of my suitcase and sleeping on friends’ floors. I liked this sort of transitory existence because I knew I was moving from my old home in Copenhagen to a new home in Glasgow. What I [...]

A big thank you to everybody who showed up for the Worldwide Knitting in Public Day in Glasgow.

We had a lovely picnic at the Kelvingrove rockery (you can even see Lord Kelvin in the background looking at us – we thought about knitting him a beanie). It turned out to be so much fun that [...]

“See,” Personal Photographer said, “you totally look like Naomi Watts“. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment; it’s more that I think Personal Photographer might need glasses. Or maybe he just thinks that my red Laminaria is glam and I agree with him on that. I’m not tiny, blonde or Australian – but [...]

Laminaria is done. Tomorrow we are heading out for a proper photo shoot, my Personal Photographer and I, so this little sneak peak will have to suffice for now. As you can see, the shawl survived the blocking.
When I finished the shawl I cast way more projects than I usually have on the needles [...]

I have read poetry most of my life, it seems. I was a quiet Danish teenage girl who read Lord Byron and Rupert Brooke in the school library, swooning over the bold romanticism of the poets’ words and lives. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I bought a slim volume of poetry. Away from school, [...]

Yesterday marked the first time I could vote in Scotland.
I clutched my polling card, brought ID with me and walked down to the polling place fully expecting to queue for maybe five or ten minutes.  I was the only voter, of course, and in no need of  ID either. I told the poll official that [...]