Try to picture this, friends: I was walking through an enormous convention hall filled with vendors. Signs were…

To anyone else, it’s just a sweater. It’s not terribly eye-catching. It’s made in quiet, earthy colors. The…

Part of my contractual obligations, as a card-carrying certified introvert, is to take on the role of observer…

“I wish I could knit during this.” That’s what popped into my mind when my amazing and wonderful…

Last week’s post was titled Marking the Time. This week’s might be called “Mark the Date.” In red,…

A few months ago, I wrote an article highlighting the benefits of the slowness of knitting. One particular…

“Black nose sheep at the sale today.” That’s the text I received at about noon from my daughter…

I wish I could remember which of my several excellent English teachers taught me one of my favorite…

I was bebopping along recently, minding my own business, tending to my own busy schedule. Out of nowhere,…

If that title makes you hum the Farmer and Cowman song from the musical Oklahoma! I don’t blame…