Surgery

I just survived two fillings without novocaine. I am immensely proud of myself, though it didn’t hurt any more than having someone standing on my toe for a few seconds. While lying there, feeling blood draining to my head, staring at two masked faces poking about in my mouth with a plethora of mysterious tools … More Surgery

A Mess of Wool

There is a question that I am always surprised I am not asked more often. That question, which I keep expecting to hear, but which everyone around me is apparently too gracious or accommodating to ask, is… “Why is there wool here?” In and around my house, there is wool sort of everywhere. Because I … More A Mess of Wool

Knitting Metal

Finished objects flying at you in a frenzy of confusion! You think I’m lyin’ but it’s only an illusion! Okay yeah I am not metal at all. But this hat is pretty hardcore. It’s the “Proverbial Cap” by Meg Swanson, found in the latest issue of Interweave Knits, Fall 2010, knit with Berroco Pure Merino. … More Knitting Metal

Anglosocks

August is not yet over, or even that close to being over, but the August socks are done and done. Blocked and dried and fit and happy. Yarn review: Wildfoote by Brown Sheep (Red) is one of those oldie-but-goodie yarns, that has been around as long as any of my sock books can remember, before … More Anglosocks

Mom’s Colors

With delight, I add my little samples to the mix.  Rebecca and I have completely different tastes in colors.  I love red and all winter colors.  She is more classy with subtle spring colors.  When I knit for others, I have to stay sensible, but when I knit for myself, it’s hard to not always … More Mom’s Colors

Celebrating Babies

You know how much I love guessing games. This time, I’ve come up with a really good one, and I’ve got a pRiZe for the winner, even. Some of you know that my sister-in-law Emily is expecting tWiNs in February, and before I knew what happened, these booties just sort of fell off my needles. … More Celebrating Babies

Funk No More

My knitting’s been a little listless lately. The hat is so tight that it hurts my wrists if I work on it for very long; the socks are boring the living daylights out of me, and even my spinning is losing its meditative charm. I don’t even have the willpower to start anything new, and … More Funk No More

Fake Parenthood

When friends move across the country and leave their stuff at your house, it is a nice thing to send it to them. It is sort of unreasonable to delay the shipping of said thing(s) because of a complex plot to actualize an inside joke in a bizarre, cross-referential way. But if it’s even occurred … More Fake Parenthood