I have a thing about disco balls. I love the sparkly reflections made by the light, I love sparkle full stop really. It’s basically magic as far as I’m concerned. I never really grew out of my childhood love for anything that glitters. Perhaps because I was rarely allowed such frivolous items as a child. Coming from a background where quality was valued over aesthetics (“you’re not having that, it’s tatt” was a classic response to 7 year old me begging for some useless but sparkly piece of plastic which I would no doubt tire of in 20 minutes). I am glad I have these values as an adult but I am equally glad I retained that little buzz I get from looking at the shiny thing!
There are some designs which somehow manage to demand to be made on the one hand yet come together so reluctantly on the other. These are the ones you try to fix in your head whilst falling to sleep and wake up thinking about.
In my last post I mentioned my exciting secret plans for the weekend.
I was only able to attend as a day guest rather than the whole weekend but I was so glad I was able to make this happen.
I’ve said it before and i have no doubt i’ll say it again but i love just how versatile crochet is. You can shoehorn it in anywhere.
This weekend I’m up in Yorkshire and am stopping in on some friends in Leeds on Saturday night. I went to university there and I will use any excuse I can to visit. My old housemate and her husband run a bar, well a couple actually because they are brilliant at it, but the one in question is called Sela, and you should all visit if you’re ever in the city. I may be biased but it’s still an awesome bar with amazing live music and delicious pizza. They also have a Pizza bus and an Ice-cream van cocktail bar but that is going a little off topic – you can check out their exploits on instagram @selabarleeds
As a crochet designer, it’s a hazard of the job to end up with way more crochet accessories than strictly necessary. In an effort to clear out my stockpile, I recently gifted the Studio Scoodie sample to my sister. She has an adorable Springador called Ando who she walks at hours of the morning which I have only ever seen from the night before! It’s super warm and covers her head so is perfect for fighting the dawn chill!
Meet Ando, he never stays still long enough to get a decent photo!
I’ve just been to yoga and am currently sat on my own in a trendy coffee shop (yes they serve avocado toast and have funky lighting), writing this blog post on a Mac Book wearing a dungaree dress and stripy top. The only way I could be more of a cliche is if I was also drinking a matcha green tea chai latte made from an organically raised fair trade llama milked by monks in a free Tibet.
I’m not, I’m drinking earl grey tea and eating banana bread, I’m not even sure what matcha is…