This crazy thing happened to me last week. I was sitting down for a little knitting break while Jared was watching the kids on our day off, and I wanted some light reading while I redid that wonky square on the Mitered Magnificence. Maybe it was the nine colors of mohair on my lap, but … More Color Study, Self Study
Wasn’t that fun? I really enjoyed doing a series of short posts on a theme. As a reader, I find series more engaging and fun to read, and as a writer, it spreads the workload of what would have been one long ridicu-post. I will look for more opportunities to do that in the future. … More More Fuzzies!
This has been a lovely review of knits gone by. I’ve enjoyed the brief daily post; it feels like a discipline, whether or not it’s useful for my character. It’s time to shift back to the present tense. Last time I was updating you on something current (aside from the tricolour bag), I had just … More Fuzzy Report
It’s the Ninth Day of Christmas Crafting, and we are down to number four. We were at a spectacular party last night, where I had iqaluq, igunaq, tuktuminiq, nattiminiq, and muqtaaq. It was awesome, but between eating too much and sleeping too little, I’m hanging out in bed this morning. Perfect time to test out … More Four Sealskin Pualuit
I am in sight of catching up on these twelve days of Christmas; I won’t stop now! Like the previous post, the number nine belongs to Mum, and numbers horizontal bands of color. Mum’s gift to the junior princess in this household was a cozy sweater in nine colors of sock yarn. M is a deserving … More Nine Sweater Sock Stripes
I love Christmas! The services are over, gifts are all opened, cookies all consumed, but it’s still Christmas round here. I love the twelve days of Christmas, song and observance. After a one year hiatus, Twelve Days of Christmas Knitting is back. This is the series in which I show you all my knitting kept … More Twelve Months of Princess
The third or so episode of Doctor Who (new Doctor Who that started in 2005, mind), the Doctor takes Rose back home for a quick visit, change of clothes, say hello, that sort of thing. Except there’s a calculation error somewhere, and they accidentally come back a year later. So Rose has been missing for … More Keep Calm and Don’t Blink
I confess that I was a teensy bit angsty about turning thirty. Jared and I both turned thirty in April: me on the sixth, him on the twenty-third (yes, such a cradle-robber, me.) Now that I’ve been thirty for a month, I’m pretty much over it. Here’s my favorite thing about turning thirty: I’m really, really not … More Thirty
Oh dear, my Martha, Martha my dear. At the present moment, my younger daughter is coming out of a fabulously intense developmental stage. Suddenly my baby is no longer constantly clinging to me. She has new confidence to strike out on her own. I hear the sound of her distinctive scoot-slide, scoot-slide – whose efficiency … More One
Has it really been nearly two months since my last post? Dear me. I would have missed February entirely, if leap year weren’t providing me with this extra day. It feels like a cheat, doesn’t it? Like we all get a time turner for one day. I’m still finding my voice in this new place. … More Wrestling – Or, Learning to Love Twisted Stitches
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