My grandmother taught me how to knit, crochet and sew. Then I forgot all about it … until recently.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, I have moved from hurling crucibles full of molten iron to stitching the delicate wing of a moth onto pure silk. I have made insects from red velvet, tiny birds and spindly spiders from discarded table linen and crochet blankets which are reminiscent of woodland walks and underwater scenes! The fact that this type of work is portable is very appealing to me, as I can barely take a short train journey without getting itchy fingers, and having a small piece of embroidery stashed in my bag satisfies my need to create on the move!