Smoke is just about rising from Signy, my trusty little Husqvarna. I finally bought a new packet of needles for her this afternoon; the one I’ve been using since we rekindled our relationship t...
Hi, baby. I’m looking at the calendar and finding the number of weeks until you’re due to join us out in the world is alarmingly small. So small that your big sister can count that high w...
It’s spring. The world is vivid green and brightly spangled with the million blooms the lusty gardeners of this town have coaxed from the earth. Pink cherry blossoms eddy in the streets and ban...
Three generations of girls and a couple of happy dogs at the tidal flats: Thanks to my father for these pictures. There was a cold wind up and Ada had just woken from her nap, but she gradually warme...
In the midst of another afternoon of work, laundry, nose-blowing, and tea-swigging, I noticed some pretty light in our bedroom. I threw on a skirt, bundled my scraggly hair into an arrangement that c...
… but I, apparently, just want a shot of pure color. I went to the Madrona retreat last month with the goal of finding a non-Merino DK wool for Kate Davies’s Deco cardigan. Browsing the w...
Bronchitis. Sinusitis. Busted ribs from so much coughing. Stomach virus. That’s been our existence since January. This morning Mr. G fell down the stairs and simultaneously bumped his head on t...
This rose and a pitcherful of its friends grew outside my house. In January. There arent many patterns Ive knit three times, but when you need a pretty little cardigan for a wee girl, its hard to go ...
Thanks, everyone, for your kind words about the new jumper! I originally had a mad plan to knit one in a different palette for Ada to keep... I think Ill follow through on that, but Ill have to knit ...
Im a few shots short of a wrap for this project. A mother can only allow her small child so many minutes underdressed outdoors when its forty degrees and drizzling before guilt sets in, no matter how...
Villagers all, this frosty tide, Let your doors swing open wide, Though wind may follow, and snow beside, Yet draw us in by your fire to bide; Joy shall be yours in the morning! Here we stand in the ...
Right about the time I realized there was a month left until Christmas, I hatched one of my maddest gift-knitting plans ever. Measuring my progress against the calendar, Im pretty sure its doomed to ...
Ive been waiting for the perfect setting and conditions (a non-work day during which there is no rain for a nice window between mealtimes so Adas clothes and hair wont be covered in food, but not so ...
Im down with crud. And I dont mean "down with" in the slang sense of being willing to do something or endorsing the idea of it. I mean "down with" as in "feebly prone on the sofa ...
So wrote Ruth Krauss in her delightful book of definitions, A Hole Is to Dig, which you should read whether you are a child or live with one or not. My hands are writing a grant and publishing a curr...
Time to say goodbye, Ada style, with a vigorous kiss blown at the end, to the briefest summer in my memory. All night, dozing lightly with one ear cocked upstairs for baby sounds — the only way I see...
... and maybe even pick a ripe one next time...
Were having the first little rain shower of the season, the setting sun gilding the mizzle and a delicate breeze ruffling the skirts of our big sweet gums. Dressing in haste this morning to get Ada t...
Ive finally taken some photos of the knitting thats occupied my post-baby-bedtime evenings this summer. So Ill trot them out one by one. And summer — at least by the calendar — is on the wane, so let...
Its quiet here because I am having a deep soak up at home with my family and friends and the golden perfection of August in the islands. Ada has toddled on the docks to peer at anemones and chitons a...
More accurately, now we are thirty-three! Ada and I had birthdays. One of us had cake; the other fell asleep before dinner was over. One of us got a swing and a handknit bear; the other got a bunch ...
I knit this beret back in April. April is a pretty sensible month to wear some kind of hat in Oregon, because it can still be pretty wet and cool. (Actually, it turns out July can also be wet and coo...
If youve read this blog for any length of time, you know what July means: the Tour de France and its celebratory knit-along! I already know Im going to fail at completing this years epic project (on ...
from a little series we took as a birthday gift to my mother If I were a photographer, I would do a whole study of children with books. During my senior year, my college hosted a show of Abelardo Mor...
Just before Ada was born -- and only just: checking my notes, I see that our labor began four days later -- I finished what I think is going to be the signature piece in her wardrobe for the next two...
Elizabeth Zimmermann, in her wonderful Knitters Almanac, designates the month of May as the time to knit mittens for next winter. Youre digging in your heels, right? In the northern hemisphere, at le...
I shall wear a pullover of the darkest shadows in the fir forest, a green so earthy it is almost brown, with the most exquisite florescence of color ever designed at the yoke. It shall be softer than...
In July of 2009 I started a green linen top from a 1932 pattern collected by Jane Waller and Susan Crawford. I ran aground when I realized it was going to be far too short in the torso and so I put i...
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