Damn…has it been four days since my last post already? I’m tired. Tired tired tired. I had a nasty cold last week, and it’s still hanging around in my lungs and dragging me down. It’s tempting to search around for…
Damn…has it been four days since my last post already? I’m tired. Tired tired tired. I had a nasty cold last week, and it’s still hanging around in my lungs and dragging me down. It’s tempting to search around for…
The Trilce pattern is now (finally!) finished, knit, and up for sale on Ravelry and on the Patterns page. Thanks for your patience. I hope you enjoy it! The first time I knit Trilce, I used Manos del Uruguay and…
I’ve just had a somewhat heartbreaking epiphany of the Proustian sort. A small epiphany to be sure, but it’s mine and I’ll take it. And no less valid, for having been triggered by a blog entry instead of an uneven…
What you maybe can’t tell for sure from the photo, but what is perfectly clear if you see this in real life (in a community garden in SE Portland) is that the fence is not cutting through the squash. The…
Yesterday, some of the neighborhood kids decided to build Thumper a bike with training wheels. Yep. Build him. A bike. They had a frame that fit him. They had wheels with tires that just needed a wee bit of patching.…
If you haven’t read this letter about Sarah Palin yet, it’s worth a read.
It’s been quite cold in Portland the last couple of days. Feels like summer is over. I welcome the chill and the return of the rain, but the green tomatoes in the garden might think otherwise. The garden wasn’t what…
I spotted something today as I left the grocery store, something I’d love to include in a novel or a story. If I was bolder (less considerate of others’ privacy?) than I am, I might have taken out my camera.…
…but I’ve been knitting. I know. Weird, right? I seem to remember that I used to do a lot of this kind of thing. Viola. The Central Park Hoodie I’ve been meaning to knit for a couple of years now.…
I’m 35 years old today. This is the first birthday that’s had a sting to it for me. It’s not old, but it’s certainly not young. Thirty-five sounds terribly grown-up, doesn’t it? Cue midlife crisis.