This is laceweight mohair on size 2 needles. Beautiful, but a pain in my ass. I’m about halfway through the scarf (Travelling Roses), and I want to have all the mohair lace without knitting any of it.

To take the picture, I held up one end of the needle with my toes and got a dreadful leg cramp; I hope my effort is appreciated.

Handspun Obsession

Let’s just get right to it: I’ve been knitting nothing but stockinette in handspun lately. I will likely move on to garter stitch or reverse stockinette eventually, but for now I just want plain socks. I’ve interspersed some recent completed hand-knits among the pictures of handspun and plain plain plain, just as a palette cleanser.


Some beautiful targhee from Abstract Fiber in Gaston is becoming toe-up socks with a fleegle heel.

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I was a bad sock-parent and put off darning these funfetti socks until it was desperate. Maybe I need to share custody with someone more responsible…


Frabjous Fiber’s polwarth in Toucan became an entrelac cowl that has yet to be sewn up.



I finally had the chance to give my mother the above two items (birthday blanket in Imperial Yarn’s Tracie Too, black cherry colourway, pattern is Pine Forest) and mother’s day socks (Knitting Fever’s Painted Desert in blues, pattern is Winding Way).

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Then I spun up this beauty. Abstract Fiber BFL, colour is Burnside Bridge, aran weight chain ply.

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And I finished this monster a little ways back. Quill by Brooklyn Tweed, knit in discontinued colours of chroma fingering by Knitpicks.

And now you’re all caught up to the present-day, where I’m teaching my mother to knit, and hosting my first dinner party!

baby’s first handspun



It is immensely satisfying to go from the first picture to the last picture. Right now knitting is not being very satisfying, because I’m too busy to spend a good chunk of time on it. Everything is inching along, giving me the illusion that nothing is happening. Perhaps a couple weeks from now I’ll suddenly have knit the attached lace border for a shawl, or have some very late Mother’s Day socks, but somehow I can’t get myself to believe it, especially since my other projects (hand-quilting a bag for my spinning wheel so I can take it to guild meetings (more on that later), re-upholstering 3 chairs and a bench, unpacking a staggering number of books, adding variety to my diet) all seem to be coming along just as slowly.

I thought spring was about fresh starts and relentless growth, what the hell happened?


I have proof that I have not abandoned knitting entirely. See?

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Now, these photos are a tad misleading, since they don’t show the ends that need to be woven in (despite the socks being completed over two weeks ago). But I’m currently choosing to ignore pesky things like ends in favour of (finally!) working on the knitted-on edging for my Quill.


Ends can be woven in tomorrow, which I have off. I’ve got shit to do!

P.S. For those of you who can’t go through life without a little something to gossip about, you should know that I always weave in ends at the cuffs of things, but toes/armpits/interior ends only get woven in if the yarn is superwash. Saves me buckets of time and sanity, and gives me something to confess when I’m feeling guilty, because truth be told I’m a very boring knitter.



I have been absent but busy. So busy that this design has needed edits for four months. But no more! I’ve given it a good look-over, and it’s ready to take the edge off a cool day or a last-minute gift scramble with its cosiness.

Waver may be purchased here, or here on Ravelry.


flawless excuse


Late last week, I accepted a job in Arkansas. I’m in the process of sorting and packing and tying up loose ends, which is the best possible excuse for my house being a mess and neglecting everything that doesn’t involve transporting me and my house across the country.

The ends from these gloves are woven in, but the left is mysteriously 3 rounds shorter than the right. Eventually there will be surgery to correct this. I’ve also been knitting a lace blanket on my mother’s request. It’s large, plain, deep red, and boring me to death. The sock above is the perfect antidote.

We’ll see what gets finished first in the packing madness.


I wore my Storm Walkers on the way home for Thanksgiving, which ended up taking 30 hours. I paced a lot during my overnight at the airport, since the calm of knitting seemed beyond me. Apparently I paced a bit too much, because I ended up with a sizable hole in one of the toes. Tonight is for mending that.

Rcentely at a charity shop, I bought a blazer (of course, who can resist?) with too-short-sleeves (of course). Tonight I’m going to try and do something about that, as well.




P.S. I’m so tired of having shaggy growing-out hair. Can’t wait until it’s long enough to braid, or even just put behind my shoulders.


I spent thanksgiving with family, for the first time that I can remember. (I’m sure I did as a young child, but moving to China at age 5 does weird things to family holidays.) It was incredibly pleasant and heartwarming and stomach-filling and all those good things. Sometime during the week I spent in Arkansas surrounded by dogs and family and absolutely nothing from my daily life, it became clear what I should be pursuing in the near-ish future. I may be coordinating a cross-country move in the next few months, a thought that is incredibly exciting and daunting.

In the meantime I’m enjoying sitting down with a cuppa and some knitting in my quiet apartment, feeling rested and settled for the first time since getting home on Monday.