Twitchy-fingered freak finds affinity with fabric
As a young child, relatives threw me scraps of fabric and wool to entertain me and it fed my over-active imagination back then. It still does now.
My great great aunt taught me to crochet when I was nine and she was 100. I used to spend far too long flipping through the pages of some very dated-looking 1970’s craft books and I still get nostalgic if I see a woman in flared dungarees weaving macramé.
All of these gorgeous items are handmade in Kent – the garden of England – where my ideas start out as tiny seeds and bloom into existence.
They have probably provoked my inner diva at some point during their creation. So they are made with a lot of love (and maybe a tear or two as well).
And as for me, what do you need to know? I’m a simple girl (some would say very simple) who loves, laughs and watches the world go by, normally while I’m trying to knit, sew, crochet or just sort out my stash of pretty things.