For as long as I can remember I've always loved a chance to see the inner workings of things. Given the choice, for example, of seeing a...

Gather 'round, children, because do I have a book to share with you. It's called The Mary Frances Knitting and Crocheting Book, or A...

The Panopticon festival of blue yarn continues with the casting on of a sock, shown below. The colorway–"Violet" from Lorna's ...

After a long stretch of working chiefly on widdle-bitty baby things, it has made a nice change to get some manly stuff onto the needles. My ...

Love, Franklin

I am writing from home. Home. At my desk, on my computer, surrounded by my books and my yarn. No smoke damage, no dreadful smell. To say I f...

On Saturday morning, I finished up my latest pair of socks. I'm extremely satisfied. The pattern is from Kristin Spurkland's excelle...

Old Book The other day I was poking around the neighborhood charity shop and ran across a period piece that absolutely had to join my collec...

I knew this was going to happen. There's a Fibertarians meeting tonight at the apartment–specifically, I believe, a gathering of the Co...

Hi, it's Dolores. Laura Bush was saying to me the other day, isn't ambition a fickle thing? One minute you're all comfy in your ...

I know: I'm a knitter, I should love winter. Winter should be the season in which I, wool-mad needlefreak that I am, should come into my...

This weekend's shoot at Threadbear Fiber Arts Studio in Michigan was the ninth public shoot for 1,000 Knitters and the third to take p...