Admit it. You’ve been curious.
I talk about my fiction-writing on this blog, but I never share any of it, do I? Terrible of me. Well, I’m very happy to announce that you can now read one of my short stories online in the new …
It’s (probably) a boy
We had the 16-week sonogram this morning and the tech said that she was 70% sure it’s a boy in there. We’ll get a clearer view at the 20-week sonogram. I’ve been having boy feelings all along, though, so… Yes, …
Billy’s calling it the Yoda Sweater.
I don’t know exactly what to call it just yet. It’s done, though. Baby’s first sweater. It was hard to get a decent photo of this yarn, for some reason. I’m much happier with the sweater than with the photos …
Gratuitous kitten photo
Because who doesn’t like a kitten? Even an attack kitten. Well…Diego, for one. But in photos you can’t feel the needle-like claws and teensy razor teeth. So a bit of Oscar for his very patient fans. And also to distract …
A nice traditional American Christmas…
…means lots of family, too much food, and all of it ending in tears, yes? A word to the wise: If someone you love is pregnant, and her face is breaking out like a teenager’s as a result of said …
transit strike, day two
I’m not feeling trapped at home yet, but if the strike goes on much longer I anticipate a bit of cabin fever setting in. Luckily I have handknit socks to soothe the sting. Look what Monica made me! They’re beautifully …
Well…crap…
Yeah. Transit strike. Pregnant women do not walk 8+ miles each way in the winter cold to get to their jobs in midtown, thanks. Nor do we ride bikes. Or rather, my doctor has forbidden me from riding a bike …
Knitterly karma, the easy way
Man, did I get off light with the ambassador’s sweater repair. Behold, the sweater in question, knit by previously mentioned dead knitting mum, in what feels like a very scritchy cotton blend: And behold the damage needing repair: Yep, that’s …
Dogs Steal Yarn Knits for the UN
Yeah. You read that title right. See, it all starts with a phone call from my darling husband the other day. “Hey!” he says. “I gave one of my patients your phone number.”“What?! Why?”“The house number. I gave him the …