My pictorial cure for the beginnings of a migraine at 11:47 with the first day of school looming: the unscheduled, colorful, climb-y, lanky, slightly wild things of summer.
Riding the ferry to Galveston is a major nostalgia trigger for me. I remember taking it to visit my older sister one summer after my mother passed away. I didn’t…
Kingsley, by Andrea Mowry, was a welcomed break from cabling. I keep saying that, don’t I? I’ve interrupted Aidez a million times with my incessant string of hats. I guess…
Really. (day 93)
There are only two projects on my needles: a tv knit (Drift’s Ridge) and a cabled knit (Offshore V-Neck). All is as it should be. A few weeks ago I…
They never complain about having broccoli when it bolts and the florets become… florets! They look kind of neat in a big vase in the center of the table.
