Thank you all, dear readers, for giving me the space in my last post to whine a little bit. I needed it! After having my moment to fuss, I got to thinking about the things I don't have to complain about, like a chronic illness. The Yarn Harlot is on her annual ride across … Continue reading For the Price of a Skein of Yarn
Greetings, dear readers, from the hot hot heat of Phoenix. You probably heard that yesterday we had a record high of 119º F. How hot is that you ask? So hot that little planes were grounded at Sky Harbor. So hot that you can smell the oil melting out of the creosote bushes. So hot … Continue reading Today Feels Hotter
Happy Día de los Muertos everyone! Pictured here is my own little Day of the Dead altar for loved ones with two and four feet. The candle got moved to a location much less likely to be used as a cat launchpad after the photo, but the rest of it will remain for the rest … Continue reading Remember
Thank you for all your kind words for Melba. I am still terribly sad, but there are many things to keep me busy and distracted. First there is a little bit of blog tidying. I finally took the time to go ad-free and give this little blog its own domain, anti-quotidian.com. The redirect should work … Continue reading Fall is Coming
It's county fair season here in Kansas. My only experience with fairs is the Arizona state fair, which is more about the rides than agricultural excellence. I've been working a lot with agriculture documents at work, and decided that for a properly authentic Kansas experience, the county fair was the thing to do. Even though … Continue reading County Fair
Today, I don't have any grandiose plans to change the world, not magnificent FOs to show off. I just have buttons. Do you keep a button box? Growing up, my sisters and I would play with the buttons in our mother's button box, and I raided it for closures for the wonky little pouches I … Continue reading Buttons
After eight years, it finally happened: my beloved Black Arrow cardigan got a hole. I made up the pattern off a vintage Shetland argyle cardigan purchased at our next door neighbor's garage sale nearly 20 years ago and knitted it in Dalegarn Baby Ull. The button bands are too narrow, the back of the neck … Continue reading In Which I Don’t Actually Save the Planet
