Some thoughts on knitting and confessions and faith. Because I have to stand and be counted.
A trip to the grocery story for coffee creamer led to a sudden, overpowering need to crochet up a pineapple. And then eat one. That’s how my life goes sometimes.
So I had to rip back about 200 yards of knitting. I admit to ripping back often. In fact, I may qualify as a professional ripper-outer. I have been known […]
This sweater? Its magical. Its okay if you don’t believe that because I believe enough for both of us. It was made years ago by my mother when I was dying. […]
A tee-shirt, two shawls, and a wrap. That’s what I’m working on. Three terrible days of no-knitting have ended and I have to make up for lost time!
I’ll (still) never knit any Herbert Niebling designs.
And you can’t make me.
I’m heading to Hill Country Weavers, a wonderful local yarn store. The place may be small but its stuffed with yarn-y goodness.
I’m only going to buy needles though. Honest. Want to come with?
I used to agree that spinning wheels were a big investment. Not anymore. You know what everyone buys that costs about the same as a wheel?
We shall fight on the beaches… we shall fight in the hills… we shall never surrender.
And when we win, we celebrate with a new cast-on.
Have pity for the non-knitters, non-crocheters, the non-interested. They have no idea how lame and boring we find them.