The Indie Burgh Yarn Crawl!

Last Saturday was the inaugural Indie Burgh Yarn Crawl, held here in Edinburgh and organised by Ginger Twist Studio in collaboration with Kathy’s Knits and Be Inspired Fibres.

Manic is probably the best way to describe it!

I was helping out, so I didn’t get to all the shops, but I did manage to pop in to Kathy’s and get yet another ball of Jamieson and Smith 2 Ply Jumper Weight (I have a self-confessed J&S addiction). I also ran into a couple of the groups being led by friends from my usual Monday night knitting group, who all seemed to be having a good time and were already heavily laden with yarn – despite this being their first stop of the day!

I headed off to Ginger Twist after that, which was a very pleasant stroll in the sunshine – couldn’t have picked a better day for it weather wise! At this point, GTS was still quiet (compared to crowds later on) and I managed to get one of the very fabulous, limited edition Sheepish Sock in the Indie Burgh colourway which Jess had handdyed specially for the day. I had promised myself that if a skein of this was there I could treat myself… and I did. I also got to meet Susan Crawford who was setting up her trunk show and ended up getting a pattern for a sweater and a hat kit – called A Day at the Races¬†(which seems to be so new that the pattern isn’t in the Ravelry database yet).

From here I headed off to the Safari Lounge and grabbed a quick lunch before preparing things for the impending arrival of many, many weary and shopped out knitters and crocheters. I don’t think I really got to stop once people started arriving. We filled the back room which was reserved for us, to the point where crafters were quietly taking over the rest the pub. I think at one point there may have been another 3 – 4 tables worth of people who couldn’t fit in the back room. It was lovely meeting everyone, and all seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed their day. It was wonderful to see the crowd of people all happily knitting and chatting.

Although I was exhausted at the end of the day (I have no idea how Jess, Kathy and Lucy were still able to keep going after being in busy shops all day), it was well worth it. Can’t wait for the next one!


You can also find images and comments from the day on twitter Рunder the hashtag #IBYC including quite a few pictures! Karie Bookish over on Fourth Edition has written a round-up post too. And there is now a thread on any blogposts related to the day on Ravelry, which can be found here.

Cutting the Last Tie

I’m writing this on my way back from Glasgow (I would post it too but the ‘free wifi’ isn’t cooperating…by which I mean it isn’t working – at all).

But this is the big thing – I’ve just been returning the keys to our old apartment. Scary stuff! Kind of hard to believe that everything is done. Yes there are a couple of phone calls to make, and our deposit to get back – but the big things? Those are all done.

It was quite strange being back in way. The apartment is completely restored to its original state, although actually it is in a better state than when wee moved in – given that we actually cleaned it before we moved out. And to be blunt, it looks odd, so empty and dare I say soulless, though that may have more to do with the furnishings than anything else. Let’s just say we don’t miss the purple velour curtains, or the weird and slightly uncomfortable purple/gray/odd colour sofa. Or the assortment of random decorative items (dead leaf on a picture holder anyone?) Or the truly dreadful collection of assorted crockery and kitchen items, none of which matched each other. Or the kitchen curtains. I can well understand why we packed all the ‘furnishings’ up as soon as we moved in and hid them under the beds. So to see it restored to that original state (albeit cleaner) is going to be odd.

Curiously the new flat, despite being slightly smaller has far better use of space, with much better storage and thankfully fewer furnishings which needed to be hidden away. We’ve made it ours surprisingly quickly.

So I’m sitting on the train leaving Glasgow, but with the sense that I’m home. To Edinburgh. Still sounds odd when I say that.