Naomi and I were picking through the yarn chest one day, looking for I know not what. She was asking about this and that yarn, and I was telling her what I had planned for them. “I’d hoped to make a sweater for myself with those, but I don’t know which one… I wound that … More Good Advice
My house is a mess, I’m backed up on dishes, and we’ve been eating PB&J for lunch for a week. Why? Because the weather has been absolutely incredible this week. It’s been in the negative single digits Celsius (That’s the mid- to upper twenties for you Fahrenheit folks), and hardly windy, and we’ve actually managed … More The Most Beautiful Day in November
This endless head cold has been bad for spinning, but very good for garter stitch. I think our family has watched My Neighbor Totoro every day for almost two weeks. The girls are mostly better, and Jared’s been better so long that he’s starting on his next cold, but mine’s still hanging on. So it’s … More Fuzzy Definitely UNfinished
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 Tenth Day of Christmas Knitting, and oh dear, this sweet season is almost over. My waistline will thank me, but my spirit does not. The seasons have their purposes in coming and goings, but I do look forward to when every day is celebration and rest. Day Ten brings us to the number Three, … More Three Shades of Wool-Silk
Oh dear, my dears, I am pooped. Permanently pooped, it feels like. Christmas is coming like a tinsel-covered nightmare train, but I am unfazed. My Christmas knitting is done and in the mail; Advent is humming along splendidly, and I am putting up my feet for the calm before the storm. I can’t show you … More An Attack of the Fuzzies