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

Just a quick progress update, no time to comment, ‘cuz it’s day 15 and I’ve still got a fair clip to go. The long, placid, enjoyable slog through the body was my weekdays this week. I had finished the body and divided off for the pockets in what seemed like good time, but for whatever, … More No Time, Must Knit

Day 8 of the Olympics, and we’re nearly though what I think of as the “swimming/gymnastics” half of the games, getting into the “athletics/whatever else TV decides to cover [generally not the stuff I want]” half of it. We’ve seen Ledeckey, Phelps, and Oleksiak smash their competition with confidence, and watched a ridiculously powerful American … More Hitting My Stride