I have conquered the Socks from Hell. It is not so much that I have subjugated these hand-knitted demons to their knees so much that I have brought them to my feet. Snugly, quietly, they embrace my very soles, and you would never guess how much anguish, toil, trouble, and sheer screaming frustration it took [...]
Posts Tagged ‘yarn’
On a Quest with Google Maps
When you travel, it’s important to remember the necessary stuff — i.d., extra cash, charge or debit card, spare underwear. And, on a recent overnight foray, I did, but despite checking and rechecking, I still managed to forget something crucial: My knitting needles. Laugh, if you will, but you try knitting socks with your fingers. It [...]
Why I Knit
My mother taught me to knit when I was 15. In her day, she said, a woman knit in between romantic relationships. An especially heart wrenching breakup, followed by months of no dates at all, could result in a complete ensemble of skirt, jacket, and short-sleeved shell. Matching bootlets. A cape if the guy married [...]
Round and Round on the Roundabout
Most people, when faced with a three-hour car trip, manage to do it in three hours. But what is it my mother always used to say? “You’re not like most people, dear.” And so it’s true, my latest three-hour car trip turning into five, not because of anything fun like an unexpected stop at a [...]
Living Green? Don’t Be Weird about It
While I rarely involve myself in groupie things, I participate now and then when the reason is right. This particular event was an ad hoc assemblage of women, fabric, and sewing machines churning out shorts and shirts and knitted caps for babies on another continent. At the end of the day, the leader approached me [...]
Material Possessions Don’t Possess Us
Tired of Being Youngest and I just returned from a mini-vacation at College Girl’s apartment. For four days, the three of us slept late, wandered around in our jammies, watched movies, played card games, ate cake, noshed on Thai food, ate more cake, and took a daily walk to justify our calorie consumption. And while [...]
The Politics of Tea
Saturday afternoon found me trolling through the establishments of our little town, looking for loose tea, which, obviously, was not in the lumber store, the old fashioned department store (we actually have one of those), or the feed store; neither was it, however, in the grocery store.




