This feels like forever ago. My son has already changed rank in Boy Scouts again and is long out of the Geography class that he built the model for. He also looks much older. Our sleepyhead is almost married, and I’m ready to make our rollerama night a regular thing. Oh, and there’s a few of my son’s doodles in there. Obviously, he’s not too old to be caught drawing on offering envelopes in church.
I am not too zealous with resolutions because I’m fairly disciplined and don’t really need extra pressure. Since they’re all things I really want to do, deep down, I figure…
How about knitting striped sleeves two at a time? That’s four balls of yarn perpetually turning on your lap like a vortex. I have come up with a way to…
Planting my garden this year was a small act of faith. I didn’t feel like working in it, haven’t felt like it for a couple of years, but so hoped…
I love that this summer top was knit entirely in Utah. It will forever be associated with hoodoos and slot canyons in my mind. It’s Just Beachy by Emma Welford,…
I could knit Feyre again. And again. It was that satisfying. I was imitating the sample, knit in Brooklyn Tweed’s Newsprint. I think the Patons Classic Aran and Dark Grey Marl…
That’s what everyone does, right? Even if there’s no time to put real thoughts down here, no time to seek out interesting, revealing things to photograph, no time to play…
