Yarn Specifically, my own first handspun, which has now joined with Noro Silk Garden Lite to become a hat. It's far from perfect, but kn...

The Democrats in Denver. The Republicans in Minneapolis-St. Paul. And the Fibertarians in the smaller of the two party rooms on the second ...

I laughed out loud when I read this comment on the Hat City post from charlene : "...it did make me feel a bit better to know that eve...

This is a breaking news post, folks. I've just had a conversation with Mary Ann, the owner of Knitter's Niche at 3026 N. Southport. ...

It's still August and I refuse, simply refuse, to join the chorus of "Where did the summer go?" Summer's still here, and I...

I truly did not intend to be silent for a week. Life conspired against intention, as life often does. Only now am I back at the keyboard and...

Knitting has taken me many places I never expected to go, but none more unexpected than a baseball field. Yup, I went to Stitch 'n' ...

I swear in a previous life I must have been a homing pigeon. It would help to explain why, although I flap frantically toward the far horizo...

The bicycle and the chicken warmer I wrote about yesterday were both entries in the Knitting Camp contest. The theme–pieces celebrating the ...

I have half a mind not to bother writing about my week at Knitting Camp. I have pictures that convey better any paragraph the terror to whic...

Darlings, I write in terrific haste as it's just about time to head up to Wisconsin for Knitting Camp . Dolores will not be going to Kni...

This morning I completed a census of the active works-in-progress residing in my apartment and discovered that every one of them is being kn...