Laptop case

Well, this is a strange post to write. I lovingly made this case for one of the most important things in my life, the recipient of hours of my time and waking thoughts: my dear laptop. 

The second most expensive thing I have ever bought even with the staff discount my friend got me. But my word, it was worth it. I decided to make it a cover as I simply could not bear the thought of any little blemishes on its perfect body.

I made it a couple of weeks ago but did not have a chance to write a post about it. Since then we have been parted. And things have changed. I have been on holiday, camping and travelling and have not had time for my sweetheart. It has been so nice to get sun baked, eat a lot of sausages, drink surprisingly potent hot chocolate and sleep under nothing but stars and canvas. And be unplugged.

So it feels odd to be writing this ode to my laptop now. I know it is only temporary, an evening or two and we'll rediscover our spark. We just need time.

To make the cover I used this tenugui from Japan. I love the way it has been dyed, the thick softness of the cotton and the deep beautiful blue. I also thought the glasses print had a great studious, ocular feel. 

It was not big enough so I added some more cotton from my stash. The floral print came from here and worked perfectly. I used some old curtain lining for the padding, the really thick kind, essentially a plain blanket. This gave the cover enough padding and protection.

To finish it off I sewed the whole together and used red bias binding for the edges. For once I used the invisible hand sewing technique for binding, and I loved it. I had forgotten what a lovely way hand sewing is to spend a few minutes of your life. I did it the way shown in  sewing books: you sew it back to front on the machine on one side, then flip it over and use tiny invisible hand stitches on the other side.

Amy Karol has a great tutorial for the all machine way here, if the project had been any bigger I would have used that method.

Some well-placed velcro, a few zig zag stitches and it was done. What would have been great is if I had used red velcro, but there just wasn't the time.

But for now I am feeling happily analogue, grimy and brown. 


As long as I ignore the perfect storm of dirty washing, unpacking, empty fridge and tired children brewing downstairs.

Crochet tunic

Finally, finally. I mean, I wasn't in a hurry, but still. That took ages. I think I first mentioned this project back here in late January.

And really, I think the only way is to see such projects is long term. I was going to be the boss of this tunic, not the other way round. 


And that is how it went, mostly. Car journeys, episodes of 'The Killing' (not easy to crochet with subtitles), the odd row here and there and before you know it... But, it still took ages. And frankly, I did get bored. A lot of black, a lot of the same two rows repeating over and over and over.

I prefer crocheting for things or small people, I have learned this about myself. I will wear this though, just as soon as the temperature stops being 25 degrees.

I don't wish to sound down on it, I really think crochet is magical mystical stuff, and still much faster than knitting, but the repetition of it crossed over from meditative to monotonous. 

When it was finished I blocked it out as per the tutorial on Alicia Paulson's blog. I don't have a blocking board so I wrapped a towel around my cutting mat, it was fine. 

I used Patons Diploma Gold DK, it was 55% wool, the rest nylon, which was a strange choice I suppose but I wanted it to hang really nicely. 

The pattern was from Rowan Summer Crochet, the Sardinia top, I added a few rows to make it more tunic-y. I have posted it all up on my Ravelry page.


Never again. Back to small, pretty things.

Going back to my roots

There was a time, not so long ago, when hardly a day went by without a pair of these in my hands:

Tile nippers and adhesive: these were my friends.

Not so much on pots, mainly on walls. In and around London but also in Chandigarh and around the world, being a mosaic artist was my day job for a good few years, and a very nice one it was too.

I designed them, made them, taught others how to make them. I earned a living from this gig.

So when a friend broke her favourite plate when moving house, she came to me with the pieces, and a new commission was born. 

It was just like riding a bike. I remembered the dusty fun of this bit:

And the magic of this bit:

And the 'ta-da!' of this bit:

Irregular broken crockery calls for simple, so that is what I did. Making a jigsaw without a picture, finding backstamps and stories.


I thought a lot about this mosaic hero of mine. And this one.

Mmm... what next?