The milk pan, the lasagne dish, the salad spinner, the scales and the irritatingly small espresso cups have all been taken. I don’t know who took them, or what smells will rise in the kitchens they’ve moved to, or what food will be prepared in them. But I do know that they will be great – or at least greater… Read more →
Gift advice for what to buy the avid/newbie/lapsed uncles/sisters-in-law/nephews.. project-planning for surviving the week with family.. gigantic deliveries to restock our runaway yarns.. packing parcels to catch the post and filling up all those tins: The way that December has picked up speed and then crescendoed into its own woolly symphony, has turned these last few shop days of the… Read more →
It’s clouded over, we’re wearing socks again and there’s that lanyard-swinging deliberateness in the way that people are walking down the street. September seems to have missed the memo about breaking us in gently. Autumn is here and the forecast is decidedly woolly. How does this make you feel? A) It’s totally unjust. The summer’s been lousy. It’s already getting… Read more →
Isn’t it supposed to be on Saturday? Whoa, slow down! We haven’t said what we’re talking about yet. You can’t just jump into the date issue without explaining what the event is. It’s just that I’m so excited – it only comes around once a year and I want to make sure I’m there on time. Ok, let’s take a… Read more →
It’s a funny thing about the the tail end of the year, that whatever gets shaken up during that hurtling towards the end of December, it somehow always manages to settle down again when we get to the other side – the unfinished projects are reassuringly still unfinished and the woolly universe of patterns still beckons with more sweaters than… Read more →
It’s thanks to our local pub quiz at the Elderfield that I now know the meaning of the word Anatidaephobia (irrational fear of ducks) and Doraphobia (a dread of touching the skin or fur of an animal), or better to say, thanks to the genius quiz master, Lou, and her bottomless pit of obscure phobias. But so far, we’ve never had a word for… Read more →
“Do you have a knitting social thing here, you know, a Stitch and Bitch session?” Well, we have a knit night once a month (which in case you don’t know it, is totally great), but the stitch-and-bitch thing? Nah. Nah-ah. No no nooooo. The thing is, and I’ve asked myself this more or less everytime the Stitch and Bitch question… Read more →
Yarns may come and go but some things remain the same at Wild and Woolly. Ever since we opened up in 2014, it’s been a point of principle that if you come through the door with some knitting in need of sorting out, we’ll do our level best to work out the problem and solve it – regardless of where you… Read more →
