Have you experienced that feeling when you've known something for so long (basically, forever) that you're scarcely even consciously aware of it any more? There is a reason why I'm asking. Having finally given in to the temptation to learn to spin, and having instantly found it absorbing and addictive, my mum (Mother Twisted) had to remind me of something that I've known in the very back of my mind forever: I come from a long line of professional weavers, so there's a certain amount of fibre Continue Reading
Colin-The-Postie Delivers The Goods. Eventually.
People, please: permit me to introduce our postman. Tall, anxious chap, goes by the name of Colin, wears a broad-brimmed hat to keep the rain off, and is so kind-natured that I overlook his tendency to remark, "And another parcel for Twisted?" whenever he arrives at our door. Anyway, the thing about Colin is that he's talkative. Which is fine, normally. But this morning when I answered the door to him (no mean feat: the door in question has swollen so much in the damp that it takes the strength Continue Reading