The low desert is a lovely place to be in January. It feels clean and sleek after winter rainstorms. The air is soft, carrying more humidi...

This is a story about knowing when to give up on a yarn. The yarn is a simple, gray-brown, worsted-weight wool that I bought a few years ba...

One of the most enduring memories that I have of India is COLOR. Intense, outrageous, exhilarating color. And that photo is straight out of...

Apologies for the absence here. I've been out of town. WAY out of town. Taj Mahal at dawn Bathing ghats in Lake Pichola, Udaipur The f...

I fell asleep last night to the sound of softly falling rain. It was a peaceful end to a glorious Christmas day. We celebrated in Washingt...

This cardigan is not yet finished. I brought it to the canyon this weekend and furiously worked on the embroidery in between climbs. But wh...

We've had a cold snap in Phoenix, bringing the first nighttime frost. I picked all the persimmons off the tree; there were only five of...

A single bright leaf can be amazingly powerful in the midst of early winter grayness. Most of the time I feel like I'm part of the puddl...

Yesterday I made a hat for my sister. The pattern is the Star-Crossed Slouchy Beret , although it turned out more like a sculptural, cable...

In the midst of dealing with complicated projects, it's a pleasure to have something short and sweet grow from my needles. This is a bab...

I'm back east now, back to Connecticut for Thanksgiving, back to the nest of my family and my childhood home. I flew on Monday to avoi...