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Knitting a wool shop

<img class="alignleft wp-image-113" style="border: 1px solid black; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 6px;" src="http://dev.wildandwoollyshop Check This Out.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_3640-Small-300×225.jpg” alt=”IMG_3640 (Small)” width=”270″ height=”203″ srcset=”http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_3640-Small-300×225.jpg 300w, http://www.wildandwoollyshop.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_3640-Small.jpg 640w” sizes=”(max-width: 270px) 100vw, 270px” />It’s a strange time. Routines are unravelling, my tension refuses to hold steady and the most unlikely work is acquiring knitted characteristics. The last two days started off as a painting project –… Read more →

What’s in a name?

It was the mid-80s, a  bright chilly spring-time Sunday – big knitted sweaters, scarves, muddy boots and no coats weather.  Saran,  Gareth and me were hitching from Norwich to RAF Lakenheath to join the protest against Trident. He decided to go ahead on his own so that us two girls had a better chance of getting a lift without him.… Read more →

The wee stitched hours

Tossing and turning again last night, I switched on my bedside light and found a little book of Jackie Kay’s poems on the shelf called Cherry Red, beautifully illustrated by Rob Ryan.  A CD fell out of a flap in the back so I slipped on some headphones and Jackie unknowingly soothed this too-tightly wound knitter and took me off… Read more →

Wool shop dragons

This is the story of my journey to a wool shop on Lower Clapton Road, one that I’m so excited about taking that I can scarcely sleep past 5am. That’s the strange bit of not-quite-daytime when my yarn list turns into a dragon that torments me with questions about whether all that DK is a such a good idea, and… Read more →

How to open a wool shop

So it turns out that during all those years I was writing methodical steps for technical How-To materials, there was one crucial bit missing in my understanding of the ‘user’. What if the user obsesses in such fine detail about accomplishing the thing, and has spent so long drifting off to an imagined future where she’s doing it, that she’s… Read more →