I have a soft spot for stranded yokes and nordic designs. They often come togeter.
For some reason they always catch my eye, whether it’s on Ravelry, in a shop, on the street, I’ll… 432 more words
Today I have the flu. None of your gratuitously sexist man flu, either, this is the proper, dizziness-and-wheezing kind, which tells me that after the winter either the year’s flu bug has mutated far enough to render my jab ineffectual or the jab itself has exceeded its useful life. 855 more words
Sometimes small knitting miracles do happen.
When EVERYTHING (and you know lots can go wrong) works out the way you wanted it: the yarn, the drape, the color, the fit, the pattern, the instructions and last but not least that comfy and cozy feeling when you put in on … and again … and again. 92 more words