The Power of Repair

Pia Goddard
Over the pandemic the shop filled with people wanting to learn the slow arts of making and mending for the first time, or to reacquaint themselves after many years with sewing, knitting, mending. The last few years have prompted many of us to consider new ways of living, to slow down, to reconsider how we relate to each other and to the planet...

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A tribute to Louise Bourgeois for International Women's Day 2022

Pia Goddard
The spider, a central theme in her work, is a relentless repairer, always mending, 
always weaving, always providing and protecting. 

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Shetland Wool Adventures Journal Vol.1 - Guest author Linda Litchfield

Pascale Spall
 Published in 2020, in a year when the Shetland Wool could not take place, the Journal will give you a wonderful taste of Shetland – not quite as good as visiting yourself, but almost.

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Opening the door again . . .

Pia Goddard
We’re open again. After what seems like forever, we’re opening the doors cautiously, and letting the world back in a few people at a time! We’ve all been on a journey and many things have changed along the way. 

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Greetings from the far North

Pia Goddard
These quiet pieces are part of a much-needed change in our buying habits, production processes, scales of output, things that need to be urgently addressed. Mindful businesses like the Shetland Tweed Company support local communities and practices, and hand in hand with that, the revival of traditional crofting and farming practice on Yell helps environmental healing, allows sheep to graze, birds to nest, wild flowers and inspiration to blossom, and of course, shuttles to fly.

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Unfinished business

Pia Goddard
There’s something about not finishing things that has a familiarity for everyone, at least everyone I’ve talked to in the shop about it. In a basket under my bed a hand-made clown suit in black and red diamond cotton, one leg coming adrift – where did I get that? 

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Stuck in Stag

Pia Goddard
I’m happiest in the shop near the wool. It appeals to me on an almost visceral level. Like many people of my generation, my childhood was littered with abominable hand-knits. Maybe being here next to the piles of yarn makes me feel like I’m working through the horror of a white and green acrylic kilt, electrostatically charged, purple and brown leg warmers that never stayed up, and the grey worsted swimsuit, heavy, expansive, embarrassing. 

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New beginnings, part III - The final cut

Pascale Spall

Where were we?

 Oh yes, Back in my teenage bedroom, 31, a 3-year-old daughter and a broken marriage.

Another new beginning.

Getting good at this.

Our own flat, shipping out of storage and cries of ‘why did I bring that?!’.

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A cheeky interlude before I lose your attention completely...

Pascale Spall
7 years old. Brownies. I’d made it to be the seconder of my six, totally unassuming and shocked by my ascension - I’d been bestowed in the woodland circle my badge of honour. Riding a high, I was someone. Until the Halloween party.

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New beginnings II

Pascale Spall

Part II

 A new beginning.

 It was that simple. Love eh? I could do my degree in Australia as an international student. In Melbourne! I loved Melbourne. It felt the most like home - It was kind of dirty like London, it was multicultural, had amazing food and unpredictable weather and it was creative. Its heart was beating with creativity.

 Where am I going with this again?

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