My husband had a rare Saturday free from work.  So we spent the day at Frankenmuth, MI.  In the meantime, Caesar let me know he would protect my knitting while I was away. 
Sure . . . I trust him with my wool as much I’d let him guard a flock of chickens.

My husband is to all things fly-fishing as I am to all things wool.  So, when my husband excitedly showed me his latest find after a trip to the LFS (Local Fishing Store), I did my best to be excited too.  It’s the least I can do in return for his valiant attempts to understand my fiber obsession.  This time I didn’t […]

When I attend fiber festivals, I have a hard time resisting . . . roving.  Well, the yarn too, but roving?  I don’t spin.  I don’t want to.  However, I really want the roving.  I love the colors, the softness, and the endless possibilities of gauge, color, and twist.
When a friend offered to spin for me in […]

I did the only thing I could do with a sock that refused to commit to a gauge.  I sent a nearly-finished-still-on-the-needle sock to my dad. Who, to his credit, suspended his belief that it would be possible to wear such a thing. It is too wide in the arch, and a little short in […]