The A.D.D. Knitter--because I make everything a lot harder than it needs to be...

Between spending the last few days obsessively watching 'Kelly' videos on Youtube ( Text Message Break-up to be precise. Yes, I...

I just love the Internet. I really do--because it has proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt the sheer force of the power of suggestion. Wh...

After seeing Ms. Flint's utterly adorable EZ Baby Sweater in the ever so luscious Dream in Color 'Cool Fire', I was motivated ...

Occasionally knit blogs will talk about things other than knitting, and this I don't mind. In fact if I like a blog, I am willing to rea...

Knitting Pals Peeper-Lou and her pal joined me in the back garden yesterday for some afternoon knitting. Her pal called and asked to come ov...

What is the only appropriate course of action when you are awash in newly casted-on projects and struggling to keep your head above water fo...

If August was Take-Those-UFOS-and-Make-Them-Your-B*tch month, apparently September is Maniacally-Cast-On-Everything-in-Sight month. Yes, th...

I am new to the whole lace shawl game, so it was with much trepidation that I cast on for the Shetland Triangle . But I was encouraged and m...

I know that people who, as my husband says, "work in industry" will not feel the least bit sorry for me. Neither will people who r...

I know I spent the last post turning up my nose at Angel motifs, but just look what the Darling Resident Marxist Wallpaper Scraper uncovered...

Some are fond of flowers, there are those that love to adorn anything and everything with hearts, and others still find magic in Angels (not...

If there is one thing I love, it's getting parcels in the mail. You can keep your supermarket fliers, your credit card offers and your ...

If you have been reading this blog for a while, you will know how utterly thrilled I am to be writing the following words: I have finished t...

My super pal Mike of Socktopus sent me a recording of Elizabeth Zimmermann telling her life story--of growing up in England, studying in Ge...

I am now what my deceased grandmother would refer to as a slothful, slovenly girl . Soon the Darling Resident Marxist Curmudgeon will return...