Do you know what this is? Time's up. Who said pizza peel? Wrong. Cutting board? Nope. African lip plate? Biodegradable Frisbee? Av...

Longtime readers of this blog may remember the joy with which I discovered Jane Eayre Fryer's The Mary Frances Knitting and Crochet Book...

So, what have you been up to? I've been on the road. Kansas City and environs. I thought this was my first visit to Kansas, but my fat...

I went to Iceland to teach knitting on a tour for knitters–and forgot to bring something to knit. I left with knitting in my bag, sure. I ...

Look out the window, there's a parade! They have a marching band and cheerleaders and Nancy Bush is riding an elephant in a shiny bikini...

I was teaching in Madison, Wisconsin a few weeks ago when a thoroughly charming gentleman walked into my classroom and presented me with thi...

I have always had an affinity for the small–possibly because I happen to fit neatly in that box myself, with plenty of room to spare. Year...

I must be spring, because Knitty says so. The new issue is up. I'm ready for spring. We have had a shockingly mild winter in Chicago,...

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 / ...