Yesterday afternoon, I finished my Print o' the Wave stole and put it on the blocking wires. This morning I set it free and spent a happ...

I suspect that those of you who only know me through this blog think of me as just an old-fashioned, tree-chopping he-man. The kind of guy w...

Hi, it's Dolores. And shit, am I ever excited. Today, the fourteenth of February, is my Day of Days. As heiress to the Love Goddess trad...

A reader in South Carolina writes: I like your blog, but why don't you talk more about your process? This sets me to wondering whether I...

I've been working on the Fair Isle vest. No, I haven't. I've been messing around with the yarns that I hope, pray, intend shall ...

The greater part of the American Midwest was stifled by a blanket of severe cold this past weekend, but I didn't feel it. I was at Threa...

The parade of finishing continues. These socks have been on the needles since the Pleistocene Era. Not because they're complicated, but ...

I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that though Christmas 2008 is now but a fading memory and a stack of credit card bills, you mig...

I can feel it in my bones, and no mistake. Usually happens to me about this time of year, when winter taps constantly at the window like a p...

The house is all a-twitter at present because we're having company: my friend Carol Sulcoski, whose splendid book Knitting Socks with Ha...

Here I am. Hello. I know–everything built up to a shattering climax on the twelfth day of Christmas and then I fell silent. This was not my...

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me twelve months' probation, eleven units responding , ten words of warning , nine nei...

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me eleven units responding, ten words of warning , nine neighbors ringing , eight shamele...

On the tenth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me ten words of warning, nine neighbors ringing , eight shameless encores , seven kegs a-bri...

On the ninth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me nine neighbors ringing, eight shameless encores , seven kegs a-brimming , six queens sash...

On the eighth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me eight shameless encores, seven kegs a-brimming , six queens sashaying , five Highland Fl...

On the seventh day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me seven kegs a-brimming, six queens sashaying , five Highland Flings , four letter words ...