Where the Red-Winged Blackbird Flies.

I was having a wee gander over the last few blog posts here on the blog, and I realized that I'd never done a formal introduction for my...

Friends, I am sad to say that ennui has set in.  I am hip deep in two deadline projects, and all I want to do is knit handspun socks, tiny b...

Kinnearing the Yarn Harlot at Webs. The crew waits in line for the first day of Rhinebeck to open. . . along with lots and lots ...

Last time I went to Rhinebeck back in 2010, I decided two weeks beforehand that I wanted a Rhinebeck sweater.  A custom-designed, all-over c...

As we've discussed previously , I spent most of my life in dance studios growing up.  Even now, as my time away from dance lengthens, I ...

Back in the summer of 2003, I was getting ready to go to college.  As you might remember from that time period, AOL Instant Messenger was al...

This past Sunday, I took a trip up to the Sabbathday Lake Shaker Village and its surrounding antique stores as a fieldtrip for my up...