Sew, Shave And Snood

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For him, her and them.

Fearghal Mulvihill, of The Irish Workshop, writes:

We launched our site, The Irish Workshop, last month. The site is home to some of Ireland’s best independent artists, designers and makers. Everything is made in Ireland and comes directly from the person who designed and made it.

We have lots of items which would make perfect stocking fillers (even if I do say so myself..). Some examples:

For Her: Journal with hardcover based on design of wallpaper from Muckross House – Muckross Book Binders (Eur 14.85); Aran Snood (top) from Aine Knitwear (€50.00).
For Him Irish Stout & Seaweed Shaving Set (centre) from the Soap Box (€29.95)
For Kids: Spotty Dog Sewing Kit from Pippa Blue (above) (€24.95)

The Irish Workshop

Irish-made stocking fillers to broadsheet@broadsheet.ie marked ‘Irish-Made Stocking fillers. No fee.

26 thoughts on “Sew, Shave And Snood

          1. Dόn Pídgéόní

            Ha, I just hate arbitrary divisions of gifts into for him or for her. Women like whiskey and beer, men like candles and cooking things. It makes present shopping online more time consuming (no, I am not going to shops at Xmas, what are you mad mate?)

            Plus, I want that shaving kit for my legs/pits, both north and south. I’ll smell irresistible to Mr Pidgeoni.

          2. Prop Joe

            Don – Word to the wise – stay away from the likes of Mothercare and Early Learning Centre if gender specific things bother you so much.

            I will never in a million years understand the delicate flowers who get so upset by shops and other retailers dividing gifts between men and women and boys and girls.

          3. Dόn Pídgéόní

            Well since I most certainly define my value as a woman through what any man, husband or not, thinks of me, that was a particularly brutal internet burn there Joe.

          4. Prop Joe

            Unleash the power within
            You are a strong (hairy) confident woman.

            You are woman, hear you bore.

          5. Dόn Pídgéόní

            Well, if I got that kit I wouldn’t be hairy.

            ANOTHER SICK BURN OHOH BETTER GET THE BURN CREAM

          6. Nigel

            I will never in a million years understand the delicate flowers who get so upset by shops and other retailers not dividing gifts between men and women and boys and girls.

        1. Neilo

          The journal is right in the sweet spot: A5 and nicely bound. As long as the paper is a nice, creamy stock, I do believe we have a winner. My daily diary – morning portion – reads as follows: contemplate a Jodrell, let out and feed dogs, light censers at shrine to Ronnie and Maggie, eat breakfast, have a quiet but manly cry, go to work.

  1. Caroline

    I like when they say if it’s for him or for her. It’s my number one question in shops. “For him or for her?” I’ll politely ask the shop assistant, pawing at a boxed item. “For him or for her?” I repeat, the panic rising in my voice, as I survey the ocean of packaging and grab another unit, my brain unable (unwilling?) to make the vital call. “For him or for her?” I wheedle hoarsely, eyes bulging, jamming the gift at the assistant, pointing in vain at the genitalia of passersby, hoping for some sign, some connection to be made.

    “FOR HIM OR FOR HER!” I fall to my knees, beating my breast, cursing between tears that ur-division of the perfect human form that brought us to this eternal Yuletide schism.

    Then I get up because the tills at M&S are jammers and I’ve a few bits to get in Penneys yet.

    1. Nigel

      Our thoughts are with you during this terrible time of pushback against gender demarcation in fancy goods and gift items. God bless.

    2. Bertie Blenkinsop

      Brilliant as ever Caroline :)

      We should buy you an A5 hardcover journal based on the design of the wallpaper in the Billiard Room of Killarney’s Muckross House to preserve your thoughts for posterity.

  2. Deluded

    Call me old-fashioned but there’s nothing better of a cold, miserable January evening than coming home and tearing off the wife’s new fancy lingerie because it’s digging into my hips.

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