The desk clerk on the second floor at The Strand looked exactly like a Fred Armisen character from Portlandia and I was going to snicker a...

There is no other way to start than with a word of thanks. Your reaction to the bathing drawers was everything I could have wished. Quite a...

Around the time that Melissa Leapman's "Nautical Knitting" cruise was announced, I said that I (as Melissa's guest teacher...

I was going to blog again yesterday, yeah; but I had to do stuff. Christmas-type stuff, with the ribbons and the glitter glue and the peace ...

Seventeen weeks in a row on the road, kids. Seventeen weeks. It all went well, I am pleased to report. But I confess to being a smidge tir...

My friend Jane is in town from London, acting (in part) as chief cheerleader for her fetching sweetheart–he being one of the 40,000 or so wh...

It's not enough to have finished a couple skeins of yarn during the Tour de Fleece. Now that the yarn's finished, I want to play wi...

Like fifty billion other Americans, I first read The Great Gatsby in high school. I went to two high schools–one horrible , one merely me...

I've been working on a project that needs buttons. I wish I could show it to you, but it's for Knitty. If you leak a pattern for Kni...

It tells you something about the circles I run in that when I mentioned I was about to try making a three-ply yarn for the first time, someb...

I've set the timer for ten minutes. That's how long I have to write and post this entry. I must apologize in advance for the perfe...

Through no merit of my own, I've been sprawled in the lap of luxury for the past several days. This is one of those spa hotels where the...