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

I was that kid in the 70s who could never find her name at Wall Drug on the souvenir license plate display, nor could I ever seem to locate ...

One week ago Babs and I had the pleasure of attending what her husband referred to as " ...that knitting festival ". It was the fi...

My love of the tam has already been well-documented . I love everything about this garment: the flying saucer shape, the fine gauge yarn tha...

The above pictured little badge was given to me by Madame O W L S herself when she visited this part of Pennsylvania last week. She gave a l...

I am what you might call a bit of a Rowan floozy. A one-woman gold rush waiting to happen where it is concerned, I will do my own version o...

Aren't I just so clever? Right about now you might be thinking that I chose this mitten pattern strictly for the purpose of giving my bl...

I think I might be on a bit of a sweater roll these days as I am pleased to report that my Vine Lace Top-Down Cardigan is finished--poof--ju...

One of the joys of my commute is that I frequently stop in and see my pal Cynthia in Pine Grove Mills at Stitch Your Art Out , i.e. the best...

I continue to work fast and furiously on finishing two pairs of socks that I have little enthusiasm for in order to move them out of the WIP...