Makepeace McEvoy - Music Everywhere (Page 11)

Cushion in cross stitch with two-tone gold fleurs-de-lis on a diagonal red and white checked background.

Bums on seats

For over 25 years of my life, I couldn't physically knit because my wrists were shot. Well, you see, it's like this. When I was unable to finish my degree (I won't go into the details of why, except to say that it was

Green roving being spun into yarn on a hand spindle. The yarn is highly irregular.

Had-a-bashery

One of my aunts has a spinning wheel. She and my uncle live in the middle of Nowhere, Cumbria (oh, wait, it's not Cumbria now, is it? I'm not sure whether they're now Westmorland or Lancashire), in what I think probably used to be

Knitted grey thing like a Barbie-sized tote bag hanging over my right ear.

Rather hard of earring

There are so many things that nobody ever tells you about earrings. And I'm learning them all, at some speed, unexpectedly late in life. Let's be clear: I do not in any way regret having my ears pierced. I was never going to, but having tried

Large latch hook rug wall hanging, featuring red poppies and small yellow flowers on an ecru background.

I put my hand to the latch

There's only one thing I don't like about latch hook rugmaking, and that's the fact that you can, after all, use only so many rugs; and, these days, I can't use rugs at all, or at least not the thick and luxurious

Black wooden tray painted with an ornate border in gold.

The Russian border

I'm not sure where I first came across the art of zhostovo painting. It is true that my Porthos is half Russian, but I don't think I heard about it either from him or from his redoubtable mother, who was born in Siberia and made good

Dress form in red, with a stuffed red satin pouch strapped over the left side of the abdomen.

Sangazure immortal

Before I start talking about dress forms... yesterday's post didn't go down too well, did it? My own fault; I used the M-word in the title, and a lot of people are unduly frightened of maths. The reason for this is almost always poor teaching at

Green crochet bath scrunchie hanging in a corner of a black, white, and green bathroom.

Hooked on maths

It was Alex Bellos who started it all off. I can't remember which of his books it was now, because of course I no longer have it (this is becoming an habitual refrain); but he happened to mention hyperbolic crochet and I was immediately intrigued. Here's

Small bead loom strung with white thread. The design on the loom shows "J S BACH" in white on a black ground.

The dangers of peyote

Peyote? That's the cactus, right? The one that produces mescaline? Actually, not in this case. I'm not planning a screed against mind-altering substances here (not that I'm interested in taking them myself, since I can quite happily manage to be as strange as anyone

A collection of beads, mostly in red, green, gold, or greyscale, in different sizes, shapes, and finishes.

Beady eyes

It started with the Southbanks. I picked up some more fabric in a sale to make a few more of them, since they are so immensely useful, which means I'm going to end up with one in every colour I want to wear. Thankfully for my wallet, that

A piece of tablet weaving in two toning shades of green. The ends of the warp threads are looped over a chair finial.

Keep taking the tablets

I used to be in the SCA, which stands for the Society for Creative Anachronism. This was (and still is) a mediaeval re-enactment society, probably best known for the fighting. People get themselves up in mediaeval armour, with a good deal of padding, and engage in mock sword fights with

Framed cross made from bobbin lace in green and white threads. The lower edge is left unfinished.

Bobbin up and down

Many years ago, I used to make bobbin lace; and then the furry gentleman in my icon walked into my life, along with his brother. The furry gentleman in the icon was called Minsky, and he was by far the most intelligent cat I've ever had the privilege

A smiling gentleman in full evening dress holding a cuddly golden unicorn with a very long mane.

L'Orfeo

A long time ago I was on Facebook, before I found out enough about it to make me twitchy. I was mostly there for the games; and the game I enjoyed most was called Fluff Friends. Fluff Friends was great for a number of reasons. First of all, though there