Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knitting. Show all posts
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Swords into Plowshares: Laura
Staying in hostels, sofa surfing or providing cat sitting services were a few of the ways Laura found places to stay in London. Throw in some stressful Visa issues and you have a potent mix that would make anyone feel unsettled.
Laura adapted to this situation by carrying around loads of stuff at all times - always with at least one knitting project in tow. I suspect knitting provided Laura with a little bit of domesticity that didn't require an actual home, just a comfortable seat, often next to some friends who were also knitting or crafting.
When I asked Laura to share a story for this project, it was agreed on the condition that I make a nostepinne instead of a dibber. A nostepinne is a Scandinavian tool for winding wool into centre-pull balls and the name literally translates to "nest-stick". It's very fitting because when I picture Laura settled, it would definitely be in a cozy nest made of wool.
Anyway, imagine being homeless for a while and when you finally find a long-term place to live you end up with an absolutely shocking letting agent. The kind of letting agent who has no respect for either privacy or private property (but not in a good anti-capitalist way). You've got to listen to Laura's story to believe it.
This is the second story featured in the Swords into Plowshares series, where I exchange hand crafted things made from the posts that once held estate agent signs for stories. If you have a story of estate/letting agent woes - maybe they stole your fees, or your deposit, or just engineered you out of your home because someone else was willing to pay more rent than you - share it in exchange for a dibber or nostepinne. Write a comment below or contact me. And make sure you listen to the first one.
Labels:
collaborative,
community,
knitting,
London,
swords into plowshares,
wood
Monday, 10 March 2014
Audreysdóttir
Audrey, my partner's mum, taught me how to knit just over 10 years ago. She showed me the basic knit and purl and then spent the weekend monitoring my progress and correcting my many mistakes. She sent me back home with a couple of balls of beautiful Icelandic wool that were too itchy for her. I think I ended up making a scarf from them (the only thing I could manage for the first few years of knitting) that was also too itchy for me.
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