Hi. It's Dolores. His Grace regrets he's unable to be with you tonight, but he's still recovering from having sucked down one to...

Fan me with a tulip, mother–the lopapeysa now has two sleeves, a collar, and all ends woven in. Next comes: washing/blocking, sewing in the ...

I'm in New York City again–which is fine by me. This was my last glimpse of the dining room table (where the packing happens) before my ...

Honk if you've heard this one: "I could never just sit there and knit. I don't have the patience." "My grandmother / ...

In case you haven't noticed, the holidays are over. Signs are everywhere. This morning, Dolores took down the Christmas tree. To be perf...

Item One. Steve Madden "Ajax" Boots. Item Two. Hat form from Wilshire Wig. I've named her "Hedda." Thanks, Mom and D...

It's Christmas Eve in Chicago. Though a bit more gift wrapping must be seen to, the approach to a quiet holiday is otherwise unobstructe...

The last time you saw it, it was just a hood. To knit the rest has taken almost exactly a year and a heap of Cascade 220 Sport–a yarn I love...

Having already knit the Tiny Rabbit and the Tiny Mermaid–wait, sorry. I don't think I posted the mermaid here, did I? Here she is. Let...

When I was in second grade, my science class did an electricity experiment that went haywire while I was touching the metal end of the appar...

Yet another airport post. Hi! I'm en route to New York City for some fun at Lion Brand Yarn Studio. Back home Monday, at which point I p...

Film at eleven.

The lopapeysa chugged one station closer to Finishville yesterday, after I cut the steek down the front. Snippity-snip. Instant cardigan. Th...