Truth. Goodness. Beauty. Yarn
Should old stash entries be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should old stash entries be forgot,And the days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We’ll take some time for knitting yet,And auld lang syne. And surely you’ll buy your hank of wool,And surely I’ll buy mine!And we’ll take some time …
This post will be a bit of a hodgepodge; I’ve had a number of things in the past week that didn’t fit into my normal blogging schedule, so I am throwing the chaos into one great pile and calling it order. The main reason why it’s day late is that I wanted to wait for …
Kodama No. 4 is finished! When I took on the project, I set a deadline of December 14; the shawl was bound off two days ago, blocked yesterday, and unpinned today 24 hours ahead of schedule, which means that the total working time (not counting Sundays, where I let the shawl rest) clocks in at …
Give me a lever and a place to stand, and I shall move the world. — Archimedes One of the best ways to scare a knitter or crocheter is to sneak up behind them (while they have yarn and needles/hook in their hands, of course) and yell, “Arthritis!!!”. I (unfortunately) don’t have the most scientific …
You know that you live in the Deep South when it’s December and most of your WIPs are lace projects; the rest of the United States (except maybe Hawaii) probably stopped knitting lace back in September. But around here, we’re rather funny that way. Kodama No. 4 is progressing without event (for the full tale …
From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost—Alleluia, Alleluia! — William Walsham How, For All the Saints While this would sound extremely odd at any of the “I’m thankful for…” routines that will surely be going down (and rightly …
Earlier this year, I made a shawl. Regrettably, I forgot to take pictures. I used Kodama by Andrea Jurgrau; the yarn was a lovely, now-discontinued heathered oatmeal, and the beads were silver-lined russet. It was a beauty (of course, I can get away with saying this because there are no pictures to verify it…) I …
I once heard someone say that a cliche—like necessity is the mother of invention—is a truth that has been repeated so often that we forget it’s true. And it IS true; necessity was the mother of Wicket Gate. As a singer, my chest and throat are high-priority defense items, which is why I spend so …
For it was the beginning of what the papers call the Holiday Rush. London and its young, like Xenophon’s Ten Thousand, were heading for the sea. — P. G. Wodehouse, Hot Water It’s that time again—all my local stores are festooned in tinsel, string lights, and plastic Christmas trees, some more obviously fake than others …
This post will kick off what I hope will be a running series on this blog, titled Favorite Finds. The series will feature work by other designers; generally speaking these will be independently published patterns, both knit and crochet. Most installments in the series will revolve around a particular theme, such as a specific style, …