Cute As A

Naomi here! I am seven months old tomorrow, whether or not my mom will admit it. I got to see my Grandma Deedee last weekend, and she gave me a Button Hat! It is smooth and soft. [Sales plug from mummy – it’s made out of Kirby Meritime that Mum dyed.]   I am still … More Cute As A

Liminal

Fall is different this year. Come to think of it, it’s different to me every year. One year I’m sentimental about the passage of time; another I’m drawing allegories about seasons and life stages. This year, as I’m up before the sun with Naomi, and the quiet of her first nap begins while the mist … More Liminal

Just Exactly

I love plying. Well, okay, maybe I don’t actually love plying that much. It’s tedious and fussy, and I find myself frequently racked with self-doubt about things like consistency, relative angles, and twists per inch. (We will ignore the fact that these anxieties would be easily remedied by actually taking a class, or sampling.) But … More Just Exactly

Paring Down

My ongoing project remains getting my UFOs down to a manageable level, so I can start my “next big thing” with a minimum of guilt. I sucked it up and ripped out the three projects that just weren’t ever going to be finished. Here is the hard (well, really pretty soft) evidence: The poor crochet sweater … More Paring Down

Dressing Up

Several of you have asked, through different media, what conclusion Naomi and I came to after our negotiations. She clearly wanted pink; I wanted yellow; it was threatening to be a serious meltdown and battle of the wills. Even though she’s nowhere near old enough to start dressing herself, I decided it would be a … More Dressing Up

Ready for Fall…

  Four whole days left in August, and two pairs of leg-foot-type-adornments are done. Huzzah! One of the many things I love about heavy-gauge socks. Cozy, warm, and FAST. Even though I did them on needles that were too small and they’re practically compression socks. (I’ve knit enough pairs of socks that I’ve screwed them … More Ready for Fall…

Dubious

A few years ago, I bought a lovely skein of yarn at a yarn store northwest of Baltimore (sorry; don’t remember which one). When I go into yarn stores these days, I usually ask if there’s anything local, since there’s not much point in yarn tourism if I can’t get something that I could get … More Dubious