A generous gesture - of selfless sharing,

Each patch sparks a memory,

A fresh page, a new start.

3 generations of love,

Squares chosen and stitched with thought, love and care,

Every child’s favourite decoration,

Whilst colours have faded with each sunny day, memories evoked are with us to stay.

Whilst colours have faded with each sunny day, memories evoked are with us to stay.

Boxed away, in the loft 11 months of the year,

Delicate petals in freshly baked bread,

Flour and sugar and primrose oil,

Pressed and placed the night before, ready for the morning.

Spread on a plate to offer and share,

Home from woodland walks, my family and me,

Sugar sweet, frosted treats,

A well loved teddy - bear, dog or cat,

Promises, wishes, hopes and devotions,

When I went through the photos on my camera, which I had left out for guests to take pictures with during our wedding day. One caught my eye. It wasn’t the face of any of our lovely guests or my new husband and I cutting our cake, they were wonderful of course, but I expected to see those. It was the candid snap of confetti in the tail of my be...

When I was pondering on the design for this Christmas Eve cast on I started thinking about the Vintage Love Story collection that I released at the beginning of the year and wondering how Cyril and Rita would decorate their tree on their first Christmas together as a married couple.

“A robin feathering his nest has very little time to rest While gathering his bits of twine and twig…”

Handknit socks and chai latte for me evoke feelings of warm, comfy cosiness. As the leaves are turning and Autumn is making it’s colourful entrance there is nothing better than a freshly brewed milky chai filling the room with it’s wonderful spicy aroma while you slip your feet into the softest hand knit socks.

A gentle rain of white petals showered down, settling on his broad shoulders and catching in the soft folds of her veil as the pair ran down the church steps, hand in hand. It was a small wedding, but an outrageously joyful one. Boisterous cheers from friends and the approving smiles of relatives seemed to carry them along, and Rita could hardl...

The usual end-of-shift bustle and banter swirled around Rita as she tenderly wrapped a special parcel in neat brown paper. It was a bit of a splurge, but she could already see the grin spreading across Cyril’s face as he played the record for the first time. He’d never heard this one before: it had just come in that very day, and Rita couldn’t ...

Cyril re-tied his tie for the third time and allowed himself a wry smile. He was not a fussy man, and his hands, strong and slightly calloused by countless hours at his workbench, did not usually tremble. It was all down to that little box in his breast pocket. He patted it, reassuring himself that it was safe and all was well.

In 2014 I started a video podcast, Little Bobbins Knits, sharing my knitting projects. I mentioned that I had a tradition of casting on a pair of socks each Christmas Eve. These socks would always carry the special memories of the festive season. I was thrilled when people who watched the podcast liked this idea and decided to adopt the traditi...