A small and honest contribution to Me Made May in a year where everything feels different.

This blog was written for By Hand London and can be found here. I can recall the very particular moment when I started to wrestle with...

There is nothing innocent about sewing. Nothing apolitical about the act of reaching into your stash, gliding your fingers down the warp ...

The headline is: I should not have waited a year from seeing this pattern to actually buying it and making it. And neither should you.

The textiles room was down a corridor near the I.T. rooms, and next door to the food tech room which always smelled a little sour.