A Domestic Manifest

I make things, then I write about them.

IT IS FINISHED.

Oh, so many things to which I may be referring, from the year 2011 to my rather watery bowl of oatmeal. But no, I refer only to the commissioned Weasley sweater. It’s done, guys. 1197 yards of pure stockinette knitting, all done and dusted and sewn up and blocked. All that remains is to clip the dangling yarn ends, wind up some darning cards, and pop it in the mail… Read More

Comfort & joy

It’s almost Christmas. Did you guys know that? Obviously, it’s been awhile since last I posted. The neck and shoulder pain I detailed in the previous post has mostly subsided, but I do suffer flare-ups and twinges every now and again. I finished the cashmere mitts for my Nanny Jo: And I love how they turned out. I gifted them to her when Mr. Boyfriend and I went to KY.. Read More

On momentum

I am, above all else, a creature of habits and seasons. I pass through my various phases, much like the gibbous moon, and to every thing there is a time allotted. The current time is allotted for a walloping case of startitis. You see, my knitting mojo tends to wane around the late summer as the weather grows unbearably hot and I find myself in a constant state of travel… Read More

In praise of my Nanny Jo

So something really scary and awful happened this past Sunday: my grandparents were in a car accident. My grandfather is thankfully fine, but my grandmother has two lumbar fractures, and a mighty sore hip. But even so, they were very lucky. One might be tempted to worry about an injured grandmother. The very word tends to conjure images of delicate older ladies. Classy and elegant she may be, but delicate? No.. Read More

Postscript: Sargasso Stole

So the dedicated reader might have muddled through enough of the last post to winkle out that Mr. Boyfriend and I spent the weekend in Chicago a little while ago. We were there visiting some friends, the very same friends who were wed in September, the bride being the lady for whom I made this: Her new husband was kind enough to lend some of his photographic skill to taking.. Read More