Last week I taught the first of a two-part beginning crochet class at The Net Loft, our local yarn store. They were quick learners and lots of fun to work with. When I suggested that we make a baby hat
The Language of Weather
I’ve now lived in 8 states. It turns out different regions of the country have different ways of describing the weather. In upstate New York, where I grew up, we were rather pessimistic about the weather. Throw a bunch of
Soup’s On!
Selma loves soup, and I find it a great way to sneak in healthy things that kids aren’t always excited about eating like beans and greens. We get a wonderful box of produce each week from a CSA farm in
Rain keeps coming…
It’s rained for about seven straight days here. Not just sprinkles, but hard, driving rain. Even the long-time locals are complaining, saying this is the wettest, coldest summer they can remember. Yesterday, I couldn’t even see across the lake to
The Cat (or, rather sweater) is out of the bag
Since the Fall Interweave Crochet preview is now out, I can finally post my own pictures. I grabbed these snapshots in a hurry as I rushed to get this sweater mailed in under the wire this spring. Kim, who does
Dyeing with Mushrooms
Last week, the small town of Cordova was obsessed with mushrooms. It’s prime mushroom hunting season, and the annual festival was held. Mycologists from all over the country made the trek and we had a “mycoblitz” to try and identify
It’s Here!
In Cordova, there’s no mail delivery to houses, so we all get our mail at the post office. Yesterday, when I picked up my mail, there was a little key with a number on it in the box and a
Finding Rhythm
It seems like I get to the end of each day here and I can’t believe how little I’ve gotten done. The process of settling in is slow and I have a hard time being patient. Selma has started school,
Buried.
We’re still here! Just digging our way out of boxes: It’s great to be in our house, but I can’t wait until things are put away. As fun as it looks, even the kids are getting sick of boxes. Their
Lost and Found
Lost. One of the things I love about moving is getting lost. When I’m exploring a new area, I love to wander around back roads feeling my way and learning the area. I had thought that it wouldn’t be possible