“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
Can’t stop hearing this song since I started knitting the Caramel Sweater by Isabell Kraemer. It’s basically a striped, boxy, blanket – style cardigan that can be worn open or…
I keep saying I’m about to finish this, but it seems to be the never-ending Oatmeal Pullover. The whole point of a no- brainer sweater is to relax…
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
Napoleon said it best. That’s going to be me this year, and not just when it comes to crafting. I found my Fade. From top left, clockwise: Madelinetosh- Reindeer, Knit…
You know, like Purple Tuesdays… only not. There is just way too much purple on my memory card these days. It’s all due to my daughter attending a high school…
