A new and rather striking housey project is on its way. I’m very excited about this one. More designing of stranded motifs: happy days. Here’s a quick and sneaky glance at a preliminary sketch of part of it.
You’ll be the first to know when it hits the needles.
Meanwhile, we all trooped over to Hay-On-Wye the other week, for the literary festival. It’s a happy pilgrimage that we make most years. For those who’ve never had the pleasure, Hay is a hilly, sheepy, rainy Welsh town of 1900 people and 30 bookshops, mostly second-hand. One bookshop per 63 people sounds like a pretty decent ratio that should be replicated everywhere, upscaling to 132 000 bookshops in London, for example.
Anyway, with interesting speakers, quirky bookshops, and friendly people milling around, it’s all kinds of bliss. But I missed blogging and I thought of you, so I brought you back a couple of photos. Look! Here’s a cool concept: poet for hire.
Isn’t that cool? I was tempted to employ him, but then I overheard him trying to persuade an impoverished-studenty-looking young woman that his brief commission for her was worth at least £50, so I thought I’d save my hard-earned cash, because unless he’s going to re-write Beowulf or summat, that’s a lot of cash per rhyming couplet.
Talking of (not) saving cash, there’s a scrumptious yarn shop in Hay, selling hand-dyed local wools, amongst other yarny pleasures. Friends, you’d love it. But I’m incapable of buying yarn without a specific project ready to begin, so I merely browsed and sighed.
Anyway, I promised you two photos from Hay, so here’s the second. I do love a funny parking prohibition:-
More soon, lovely people. Happy knitting and crocheting.