Monday, 30 November 2009
Friday, 27 November 2009
For now, check out her process at http://thedomesticsoundscape.com/wordpress/?p=811
99 Hearts are back to spread the love! Lizards, frogs, fish, and jellyfish have swum all the way from Japan to spread Christmas cheer. For the next week, two red lizards will be making love in our window. Meiko has made the jelly fish flash when you hit them. Meiko will be addending our party for Aketsun Loveable next week, and no doubt planting more crochet mushrooms on our ceiling. Do come down to meet these extra ordinary creatures, which according to the Natural History Museum reptile department, are very well observed, with all the markings in the right place!
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Louise bought a half -washed Norwegian fleece on the Internet. I didn't card it and spun it lumpy. Washed and felted it looked very Viking, so I dyed some with Kool Aid for blood and fire.
When the Vikings moved to Iceland, it was risky to take precious metals as currency, so they traded in hand spun yarn. They spun stock and sailed down to Scotland to trade it. I racked my brain for a viking name for the yarn, and remembered my favourite Viking of all time is Moondog, who lived on the streets of New York City and made music. He sold extraordinary rhythms and poems on bits of paper, and busked timeless tunes, which are all now avaliable at good record shops.
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Tatty Devine have opened a new shop on Monmouth Street in Covent Garden. On Thursday, we helped them move by marching in our most sparkling attires from the old shop in Brewer St. Soho, down Old Compton Street, with a slight pause to wave at the French House, across Cambridge Circus, around Seven Dials, and down to the shop where we were greeted by hot cider and more cheer. We waved as we strode and everyone waved back, including the policemen.
You can't stop happiness. It was absolutely brilliant.
(Louise is on magaphone, I'm the witch, and Rosie and Harriet are leading us all. Thanks to Sandra for the photos)
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
What I love about Tuesday mornings, is finding out what Louise did on Monday, our day off!
Thursday, 12 November 2009
North Ronaldsay is a breed of sheep which only eats seaweed. It comes from the island North Ronaldsay, in the south Orkneys, where the owner of the isle built a wall all the way round his island to stop the sheep eating all the plants. Over time, they have developed a tummy which can't handle a copper based diet, and a fleece wich is soft and slightly waxy. Ronaldsay forms the base of this chunky yarn, by felting it's way around scraps of washed up fabric, and is smothered in a light coating of green mohair.
The label is from a painting given to my Grandpa by I don't know who, and it's slightly expensive at £2.30 / 10g.
The UFO Project Administration Service proudly presents a finished piece,
'THE VOMIT MONSTER' by Rachael Charnley, aka Miss String.
Back in the Spring, we administrated a half finished back of a jumper. Sarah thought this tweedy Rowan pink with yellow and blue flecks in was a good idea at the time, but her friends kept telling her it looked like puke. We called it 'Puke Piece'.
We sent it to Miss String a creative knitter of the magazine 'Pieces of String' who has also started the fantastic Felt Up Craft Club http://www.myspace.com/feltupcraftclub of which you can read more at feltupcraftclub.blogspot.com
Miss String, whilst traveling between London, Reading, Brighton and Newcastle, has managed to create- THE VOMIT MONSTER, a friend for anyone suffering from a hangover.
We are looking forward to a visit from Vomit Monster and Miss String soon.
Arrangements for the visit are difficult because one of Miss String's relations kidnapped the Vomit Monster for a great right of passage; learning how to stomach raves and hickies.
We wish the said relation well.
Miss String has tackled Puke Piece in a responsible way, and Sarah, the original knitter, was delighted to see the result.
Thank you Miss String, for the love and comfort you have spread through all the ghastly hangovers. You confirm our belief that knitting can be useful even when you have your head in a bucket.