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The Last Days of Madrona
I'm beginning with a sidebar, then getting on to the knitting. Ahem: Nobody reads Edward George Bulwer-Lytton anymore. Though popular in...
He-Man, Master of the Universe
I'm recovering from a nasty bout of flu (is there any other kind?), and didn't get a chance to update you with the good news: Yes, I'm...
Billion Dollar Blankie
Readers, don't let this happen to you. I was minding my own business at the Circle Craft Fair (it's a local artists' co-op that famously...
Cruise Control
A good cruise ship has much to offer ... ours had nonstop entertainment options, karaoke nights, gourmet meals (and a buffet open 7:00am...
The Heat is On!
I'm in Miami (well, Miami Beach, technically), and I've brought my knitting with me. Miami's not really a knitting sort of place (though...
Everything's Hygge
I hope you missed me--I missed myself! I've been awfully busy lately (i.e. too busy to post), as I have (a) successfully mounted the run...
Dr. Jekyll and Uncle Stashley
To quote the musical The Mystery of Edwin Drood (which I had the pleasure of appearing in twice, both times as drug-addicted choir master...
Blame Bob Mackie
New York City, not much knitty. I went to New York, and though I certainly knit up a storm in my hotel room (and a bit in the various...
Boxing Day Comes Early
Ugh, the stash. It's funny how much I love/loved each individual item in the stash, but collectively, I hate 'em ... which is...
Disaster Strikes!
Okay, maybe I'm overstating it. There I was, in my hotel room in New Orleans, which is busy rebuilding itself after Hurricane Katrina...
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