The thing I love most about textiles is that they can never quite be pinned down. Textiles are rarely straightforward. They are always steeped in associations, memories and signs. They can’t be measured by aesthetics alone and it’s always worth…
Today I was going to post my Valentine’s blog. I’ve been thinking about it for several days now, trying to imagine how I could write something to accompany the little felt heart pin cushion I made last week; rosy…
In the centre of Norwich stands the The Forum, constructed like a glittering glass shell and a tribute to modernist perfection. For one week this January it housed the Tales of the Unfinishable: a ragbag tent erected as a monument…
Having lost my ‘to do' list, I spent a very pleasant, and rare, few minutes today flicking through a glossy fashion magazine and listening to the radio. I was looking for key trends in an attempt to keep my finger…
The two recent additions to our family have been displaying a keen interest in knitting. Sitting either side of me on the sofa they watch my needles intently and I have spotted them covertly eyeing up my lovely, berry red,…
Just a few days ago we spent a morning looking though all the Christmas cards we had received this year and were particularly taken with an image of a stained glass window by Chagall.