Hello all! November is barreling along here so it's time for another post. The shawl in question is the Other People's Houses Shawl by Heidi Gustad. She is is a super spunky designer I discovered through the Yarn Talk podcast on YouTube and then followed on Instagram...but before now I had just gone "ooh, neat!" … Continue reading About that Shawl
Happy Friday Thursday, everyone! [Edited to add: Oops. Still only Thursday.] I hope you were all celebrating Banned Books Week. I sadly am not (bad librarian). Earlier in the year I broke out of my usual Everything as Long as it has to do With Victorians rut and tried out Vonnegut and Whitman. Do I … Continue reading Thank You, Nancy Bush
Hello all and Happy 2013! I am fighting a cold, hence my late arrival in the ranks of bloggers summarizing the year past. No two ways about it, 2012 has a whopper. I adopted Melba. I bought a car. I got hearing aids. I got a new job. I moved into an apartment. Three friends … Continue reading Late to the Game
Yesterday state and schools celebrated Veteran's Day. It was a beautiful day, warm in the sun and cool in the shade. I celebrated by using the light rail and walking to get all my errands in. I was surprised to discover that when it's not 100 + degrees outside, my neighborhood is decently walkable. Definition … Continue reading Walk
Thank you, everyone, for all your lovely comments on the romper! I am back to fording through a sea of UFOs, but I am also reading. This return to my vow to not have another year with hardly any books in it was rather unexpected. Amidst the kerfuffle of starting a new job, I was … Continue reading A Book Nerd’s Paradise
A weekend home sick is conducive to getting lots of reading an knitting done. The book I am reading while knitting this intensely red sweater is, appropriately enough, A Perfect Red. It is nonfiction that promises to engage like fiction. Sometimes this works, and sometimes it doesn't, and the latter always leaves me wishing I'd … Continue reading Red
One of the true things that Andrew Clements said in The School Story (which would have been good had it not been for the ending's nosedive into warm-fuzzydom) is that all writers begin as readers. I most certainly started out as a reader, and a voracious one, before becoming a writer. Even afterwards, reading is … Continue reading à la Austen
This morning escaped me as I was sitting and rereading Daddy Longlegs. Seven fifty found me dashing out the front door with coat undone, throwing on my hat, scarf, and mittens as I went. Thank goodness ours is not a neighborhood where all the neighbors are out early. Waiting in the cold and black for … Continue reading Reading
We interrupt this regularly scheduled knit-talk for a post aboutBOOKS.Every summer and winter break, I reenter the real world, look around, see a book, and remember how much I love reading. Fiction, nonfiction, mystery, sci-fi, history, language--*gasp*. I love them all.The beauty of working in a library is that I can pick through a completely … Continue reading I Am Waylaid by Books
Few things are more distressing than trying to get some blogging done in the quiet of early morning and discovering that the Internet is down. Not permanently down: down until the power strip that the router is plugged into gets switched back on. Por desgracia, the router and its power strip are in Hermanita's room, … Continue reading More Pleats
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