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
