Boxing Day is a funny little in-between day, isn’t it? The wrapping paper has been cleared away, the sewing room is quietly calling, and there’s still a faint smell of turkey lingering somewhere in the house. It’s not quite a proper workday, but it’s not a full day off either. A gentle pause. In Thimblewick, […]

There’s something about Christmas that makes sewing shops feel even more magical than usual. The fabric shelves seem brighter.The conversations last longer.And everyone suddenly needs just one more thing before the big day. December in a sewing shop is never quiet. There are last-minute hems, emergency button rescues, and whispered confessions that someone has left their handmade

Hello friends,Have you had a chance to curl up with The Poisoned Cup yet? If you’ve already turned the final page (and perhaps let out a triumphant “aha!”), thank you so much for coming to Thimblewick’s little sewing-shop of secrets. And if you haven’t started it yet – well, consider this your gentle (and very enthusiastic) nudge.

You know you’ve been sewing too long when you start hearing voices… from your pincushion. Last night, I was happily finishing a Halloween bunting when my bobbin ran out halfway through a pumpkin. “Typical,” I muttered. But when I turned around, the bobbin case had vanished. Completely gone. I searched everywhere – under the table, in

You know that feeling when your pincushion seems to be mysteriously losing pins? You swear you put fifty in there last week, and now it looks like a hedgehog with bald patches. You start retracing your steps: maybe they’re in the sewing box… the carpet… the cat? After a full-scale investigation (complete with flashlight and

You know that old saying, “A stitch in time saves nine”?Well, whoever said that clearly never dropped a bobbin down the side of a sewing table. Yesterday I bravely decided to “quickly” fix a small tear in my skirt before heading out. How hard could it be? Ten minutes, tops. Fast forward forty-five minutes later: the

If you’d told me a year ago that I’d be talking about live-streaming and Kindle releases, I’d have laughed, poured another cup of tea, and asked what on earth a “Kindle” actually does. You see, for years I was a bit of a digital dinosaur. My natural habitat was the sewing room, surrounded by fabric, cats, and a sewing

There’s a rare moment in every week when the kettle has boiled, the cat has settled, and the to-do list has given up trying to get your attention. That’s when I remember the forgotten craft of doing absolutely nothing. Not scrolling, not sewing, not sorting the cupboard under the stairs – just existing. Watching the

Every sewist knows this moment.You’re feeling smug — the seam is nearly perfect, just a tiny wobble to fix. Out comes the seam ripper, your trusty sidekick, gleaming like a sword in the lamplight. You line up the blade. You take a breath.And then… betrayal. With one overconfident flick, your seam ripper doesn’t just undo the stitches

There’s something about autumn that brings out the best – and occasionally the worst – in Thimblewick. The hedgerows are heavy with blackberries, the mornings mist over the green, and every cottage window glows with the promise of tea and toast. At The Stitchery, the sewing circle has already declared war on the first draughts of

🧵 Our Friend Alex Spilled the Bobbins! Well, it seems my secret’s out — Alex Askaroff has told the world about The Poisoned Cup! 🫖✨ If you’ve come over here after seeing his post, welcome to Thimblewick — a little village full of sewing machines, suspicious puddings, and more gossip than a church jumble sale. When I wrote The Poisoned

When people ask me how long I’ve been writing The Thimblewick Mysteries, the answer is: longer than I care to admit. These stories have been with me for over a decade. Some of them started life scribbled in notebooks, others on clunky old laptops that sounded like they might take off at any moment. And while the

Every Tuesday at Sewing Club, we say the same thing:“We really shouldn’t. We’ll just have one.” And every Tuesday, we lie. You see, there’s something about a plate of biscuits in the middle of the sewing table that unravels even the strongest willpower. A neat pile of custard creams or chocolate digestives is no match

You’d think running a sewing shop in a quiet English village would be peaceful.You’d be wrong. This week, I witnessed what can only be described as The Great Hemline Incident. Two members of the sewing group (names withheld to protect the guilty) were seen comparing their dress hems, when one was found to be—brace yourself—a whole

Hello, and thank you for stopping by! If you’ve just finished The Poisoned Cup and popped over here out of curiosity, you’ve found the little online home of Poppy Whitmore and the Thimblewick Mysteries. This is where I’ll be sharing updates, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and news about upcoming adventures in our little village of thimbles, threads, and secrets.