For two weeks now I’ve actually managed to find knitting time every day. It’s pretty much a Christmas miracle a couple of months too late, considering the stir-crazy toddler who demands my constant attention. My daily knitting sessions haven’t all been pinecone lace and Brooklyn Tweed LOFT, though I am making good progress on my Pomme…
For most of my life yarn didn’t matter. It’s not that I didn’t have some passing familiarity with it – I knew my flower afghan was made from it. But yarn was not something to be acquired on its own. Instead, it came as strands of scratchy acrylic bundled in plastic sleeves at the bottom…
For most of my adult life I’ve never thought much of Valentine’s Day. I don’t pine for a dozen red roses, Z and I don’t do romantic dinners, and both of us breeze past the displays of boxed candies at the store. Instead,February 14th marks the one day out of the year when we indulge in…