“Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling! Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling. Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight, Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight, There my pretty lady is, River-woman’s daughter, Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water. Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing Comes hopping home … More Clearer than Clear Water
Early last week, Mithril went down for a final blocking. Finishing the neckband became my sickbed project, while I took a turn being laid up with the illness that swept our household. (I’m still not sure if it’s a mild flu or a violent cold, but it took each of us out for about a … More Mithrilling
We have a little morning ritual here at the Osborn house. Naomi wakes me up, some time after 6 and before 7:30. I make Jared get up and go change her diaper while I use the bathroom. Then I go back to bed, and when they are done, Jared brings Naomi in for her morning … More This One Goes to Eleven
One of the most amazing parts of the story of the Lord of the Rings movies – Okay, I really must pause here and apologize to all of you proper, pre-Jackson Tolkein nerds out there, but I am confessedly as much a disciple of the films than the books. Only for aesthetic, though; not for … More Fine Work
I gave myself a break from my self-imposed sock club during December; I figured that busting my butt to crank out a bunch of small gifts was more important, and I didn’t need to add anything more to my plate during that most delightful and stressful season of the year. I was all ready to … More Four Days, Two Socks
I’ve been studying up a storm over here (next week I’m taking an intensive class), so I don’t have time to give you a proper description of Naomi’s inaugural Yuletide. But I’m not sure words could do it justice anyway. So I’ll just share a few photos with you. (By which I mean spam you … More Baby’s First Christmas
Happy Epiphany, dearest readers! I am concluding this Christmas series with Naomi’s gift #3, which has nothing to do with knitting (unless I knit her a bag to keep it in, which isn’t a bad idea). This is just pure happy-making. Gift #2, by the way, was my old cell phone. She was pretty excited … More Twelve Dozen Corks
When I worked at Cloverhill, a co-worker told me about a Christmas tradition she had with her kids. Every year, they picked three things to give away, and they received three presents. (Three for the wise men.) This struck me as eminently reasonable. Not everyone has to do it, of course, and some rule like … More Ten Balls a-Ringing
Today’s entry in our 12 Days of Christmas saga is less of a gift than a mission. (It might become a future Christmas present, but all bets are still off on that one.) Not this last summer or the summer before that, but three summers ago, Jared and I were part of a small group … More Nine Batts of Cormo
My hubby and I have a little tradition that started our first Christmas together. I made him a hat. He loved it so passionately that the next Christmas I made him another one. By then he was knitting too, so he made me a hat. Every year, we have made each other hats for Christmas. … More Eight Cold Resistors
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