I am not a perfectionist about most things, knitting included. I tend to think that any errors in the fabric are far more visible to me than they would be to the casual observer, and as such, I often let little imperfections slide. These Trenza Mitts, though, crossed the line from “little imperfections” into “glaring mistakes” […]Read More: The tale of the imperfect glove
We saw some turkey fabric last month, while we were killing time at a Jo-Ann’s in Maryland, and Eamonn asked if we could buy some for pajama pants. Eamonn was four years old, last time I made him seasonal pj pants. Aidan was seven. And now, four years later, Eamonn has long outgrown his own […]Read More: Better late than never?
Yesterday was the day I’d been waiting for: no appointments, no other work that couldn’t be postponed… So I dove into hook-handle-making. By the afternoon, I had made enough hook handles to determine my best practice for future orders. By evening, I had sanded and buffed the daylights out of all of the handles I […]Read More: Custom-made crochet hooks, anyone?
Oh, thank you ladies, for all of the hook love this past weekend! I am loving your feedback, thoughts, and constructive criticisms, and you can bet I am taking all of it into account while I plan my next move. Which is? Well, cleaning the kitchen and catching up on business email have to come […]Read More: All work and no play
It seems my granny square cane idea didn’t pan out. It’s not that it’s a bad idea, it’s just that it needs some work. I only had about an hour to spend on experimentation this week, and while I didn’t end up with a useful design in the end, I did generate a few more […]Read More: A handle for a hook
Even for those of us who are perfectly content with our aging vehicles, there is still a little thrill that comes from having a brand new rental for a few days. For me, that thrill mostly comes in the form of newfangled musical choices. Satellite radio? MP3 CD? USB input? Yes, please. I’d like some […]Read More: Welcome to the 2010’s
Shhhh… I dare not say this too loudly, lest I jinx things, but I think I may be on the verge of getting my claythings out again. I may be ready to bring my vision of a “granny square cane” to life. And then turn it into crochet hook handles. Or covered pens. Or shawl […]Read More: Whispers
It’s no secret that my van has seen it’s share of wrong-place-wrong-time accidents: one for every year since 2008, in fact. I guess we were due for a little 2011 mishap, but when the tree (our vehicles’ most imminent threat) came down on Thursday, I allowed myself to feel a twinge of optimism that we’d avoided such a […]Read More: File under ironic
I think I’m going to miss this lovely old oak. The way it filled up the sky with green. Or, at this time of year, fiery red. But it had been prone to throwing its branches at our vehicles from time to time, and recently it dropped the limb that broke the camel’s back. Right on the […]Read More: I can see so much sky now!
I’ve been whittling away at that book pile. This week has felt like a jumble of books and boxes. I’m not used to all of this business at one time! But there’s good news. The book pile is… …nearly gone! I just have to weigh this last batch, print the postage, and plop them down on the […]Read More: Progress