I've reached the ankle of the still-nameless sock that was inspired by a wallpaper from Upstairs, Downstairs . You must pardon the photo...

I realized recently that I’ve been doing this needles-and-string act long enough to perceive, for the first time, certain trends in my outpu...

That grinding noise you hear is rust working its way out of the joints in my cerebral cortex. My friend the Prominent Anatomist insists ther...

Typing this morning from LaCrosse, Wisconsin. I'm here to speak tonight at the town's annual Knit in Public Day . As the place is ju...

You never think about how difficult it is to get your hands on a baby until you really need one in a hurry. Such was my situation recently....

I came home from the gym yesterday and found the entire sock yarn colony running riot in the living room. At the center of the maelstrom was...

I don't think it would be fair to say that Chicago in winter is colorless. It's not. There is always the blue of the lake, and often...

Listen, before you say one word about how long it’s been since the last post please rest assured that I’ve already heard it all, in the for...

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...