I didn’t expect to start work on a frame pack that day, though I’d been researching Ötzi the Iceman and his fabulous collection of possessions just the previous day, so the idea didn’t come out of nowhere. What happened was, I saw the hazel: Warm brown and with an unmistakable sheen, it was peeking between field maples and hawthorn. Continue reading The Hazel Frame Pack
I haven’t used a steel needle in years. The reason for this is that from the very first time I made a bone needle, I fell in love with this ancient and versatile material. Continue reading Bone needles: Waste Not Want Not
The girl in the polkadot coat peeked into the case. I observed her eyes roam over brittle rods, wooden discs, dusty clouds of wool. ‘Mummy, are they toys?‘ she sang, fogging the glass. Her mother, attention elsewhere, said she thought they might be before drifting onwards through the gallery. Imagine a museum cabinet of the … Continue reading ‘All it needs is momentum’: Turning the wheel on handspinning
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