Last weekend I taught a day of lace (History, Methods and Styles of Lace followed by Lace Edgings: Before, During, and After) to a gung-ho g...

I went to Iceland to teach knitting on a tour for knitters–and forgot to bring something to knit. I left with knitting in my bag, sure. I ...

I have always had an affinity for the small–possibly because I happen to fit neatly in that box myself, with plenty of room to spare. Year...

Yesterday, in an antiques shop near the harbor in Reykjavik, I found these* under a stack of old sheet music. Last night, inside the blue on...

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...

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...

Last night, I am pleased to report, we had a rip-snorting good time at The Fiber Gallery. The official topic was photography; but before the...

1. Denial. "I really don't care if I never knit a pattern by Herbert Niebling. Hundreds of millions of people are born, live and di...

Transcription of a séance conducted this afternoon chez Panopticon. Present in body: Dolores Van Hoofen Franklin Habit Harry Bollasockyarn ...

Those nice people over at Lorna's Laces have a new yarn coming out in fall. I can't tell you what it's called, because it doesn...

1. The Tea Cups at Disneyland. 2. Ann Coulter's "logic." 3. The edging on this new design for a shawl.

This afternoon I've been knitting at the neighborhood coffee shop where I do so much work we've begun to call it my Field Office. Th...