I knit all week. Through three days of a conference. Through the weekend climbing excursion to the Refuge. but. UGH. Did not drape prettily ...

Friday night, end of a tiring week. Six hour flight to Phoenix. Then a four hour drive, barreling through the desert to midnight, towards a...

Sunny morning. Steam rising from coffee. Trying to get in a few rows on a cabled hat I've been making for a friend. I've already kn...

It's the last night of March. I'm sitting, curled up in my Cambridge apartment with a low fire in the woodstove, knitting a hat, wh...

At long last, I have knit my man a sweater and made him happy. It's a simple, seamless, stockinette sweater, knit just the way he wanted...

St. Patrick's Day was my birthday. It was a fine day indeed: sunny, mild for the season, full of good spirits. Mountain Man was visiti...

Early spring has finally arrived. It's earthy, dreary, chilly, damp, but altogether lush-feeling to us winter-weary creatures. The duck...

weathered feathers weathered fingers wet nose Yep, back in Arizona for the weekend. Finished a hat on the flight but, alas, forgot to take ...

Yesterday was a dreary, rainy day. damp chill. cold light. I searched for a bit of brightness in my apartment. I wanted to capture this gra...

stark. beautiful. puts me in the mood to knit something dark and jagged.