a podcast about knitting
One thing that never ceases to amaze me about my knitting is that, as experienced a knitter as I consider myself to be, I am, even after all these years, still capable of churning out the occasional turkey. This morning, as I tried for the third time to fold neatly and put away my recently…
Yes, his name is Truman and he is, right at this very moment, blissfully napping in his box. So I thought I’d take advantage of what I laughingly refer to these days as “my free time” and pound out a blog post to say thanks for helping us name the dog. Also, I know if…
Name this dog. Please. We’ve had him for three days, and can’t seem to agree on what to call him, though we’ve narrowed it down some. The choices are: Henry (my favorite, Tonia’s least favorite) Cooper (Tonia’s favorite, my least favorite) Truman (the only name we can sort of agree on) HenryTrumanCooper is smart, friendly,…
A few months ago Felix made me a mix tape. Actually, it’s a mix CD, pedantically speaking, but still, it’s a very nice compilation of music that she thought I’d like. The CD got buried somewhere in my office, and it took about a month for it to surface, but eventually I gave it a…
I flashed back to one of my former possessions today. My vintage sterling silver western saddle ring; a gift from my best friend, Katie, in junior high. A small but perfectly formed little silver saddle that sat on my finger, which featured hand tooled details, just like the leather on a real saddle, and a…