Hi. I'm sitting at Logan Airport, in Boston, waiting for my flight to London for KnitNation. I saw on Facebook that Clara Parkes is gett...

The series of lace designs I've been naming after beloved women in my family (it began with Sahar and continued with Pauline ) has a ne...

If Chicago's rainy streak doesn't break soon, I'm afraid I'll break out in moss. Everyone passing the café window is bent fo...

If this post smells of butter and drool it's because I've spent about half the day baking cookies. The kitchen looks like Open House...

Once upon a time (January 2008) a knitter (me) put the finishing touches (three embroidered dragonflies) on the baby kimono from Thoroughly ...

Yesterday was Mother's Day, and all across the country mothers were getting things–flowers, cards, telephone calls–from their children. ...

This is a dispatch from the the Panopticon Mobile Unit, reporting from base camp at Grandma's kitchen table. I'm in Pennsylvania fo...

Talk about your narrow escapes. Last night's plane out of Maine narrowly escaped the snapping jaws of one snowstorm, and today Chicago–w...

OMG, I am totally sitting in the back of my sister's classroom in Maine and blogging at the same time. Everybody else has to work on th...

Just over six months ago, when my Exceptional Niece Abigail ® was born, the whole family spent hours bent over her in wondering attitudes, ...

When I was a junior in college, studying art history, my tutorial group of six drove from Boston to New York to have an in-person look at se...