See what I think about things I’ve worked with.
Strider is a character that is meant to be a surprise. Nine chapters in, our four hobbit friends find themselves in the Prancing Pony, an inn at a town named Bree which seems to be the first genuinely intimidating bit of the world they’ve encountered. (This despite the fact that this is close enough to … More Strider
There is nothing romantic about being cold. The above picture is of one of the first snows, taken in early December. Back when snow was still enchanting and pretty, and chilly evenings were an excuse to make cozy fires. Yet even back then, I knew I would write this post. Those December snows, when … More Nothing Romantic
A belated post this time; I’m afraid! After finishing Goldberry, I think it took me about five minutes to troop up to the Yarn Room, wind up new yarn, and cast on her mate: a hat named Bombadil. I changed plans dramatically for this hat, at nearly the last minute. I had bought the yarn … More A Merry Fellow
We’ve watched nearly every minute of Swiss women’s hockey so far. (Big game vs. Russia tomorrow at 7:30 a.m. EST; we’re rooting for Switzerland and praying they all do their best!) But I have a different red and white on my mind today. The second batch of hat love is on its way to M … More Blood and Bone
“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
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
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
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
More wolves today! As Mom described in yesterday’s post, my little sis has been into wolves for a long time. She has also developed a blazing love for cats, and her own beloved Kirby-dog is about as un-wolfish as they can get. Basically, if you are a member of the animal kingdom, this kid is … More Seven Pairs of Wolfies
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