Somewhere amidst the frosty tundra of northern Canada, a musk ox (yes one of those vast and curmudgeonly beasts) is missing a little of its tummy fluff. Not very much of its tummy-fluff you understand, not enough to leave it with a shivery abdomen, for the musk ox is extremely well-insulated and tends to moult its excess in spring. But just a few grams, sufficient to make... oh I don't know... maybe a cowl for someone in the frosty - er - "tundra" of south Oxfordshire. All I can say is Continue Reading
The Only Arctic Musk Ox In Herefordshire
Herefordshire is a pretty, muddy, green English county snuggled up against the edge of Wales, its lush hills gazing at the neighbouring Welsh mountains. My parents live there in peace, tidyness, and rural tranquility, or at least they do until my battered old car screeches to a halt in their driveway, instantly wiping £10 000 off local house prices until we leave again. The car engine is switched off or possibly stalls, and out stagger the Toddler Twinnage, hungry and over-tired after the Continue Reading
The Musk Ox Is A-Comin’
Happy new year! May 2015 bring you creative inspiration, manageable hair, unexpected deliveries of the finest yarn, and a bucketload of cake. Speaking of fine yarn, I whispered the words arctic qiviut at the end of my last post. Whaddya mean, you didn't notice? Do pay attention, people! Well I'm going to say it just a little louder, now, because the musk ox is a-comin' to this blog, and he'll be here soon. Look! One hundred per cent pure arctic qiviut, a once-in-a-lifetime knitter's dream Continue Reading