While I was working on my master’s degree in Near Eastern Studies during my pre-knitting 20’s, I encountered an Israeli artist who attempted to explain to me the logic of her color use in one of her works. At that stage in my life, my focus was on learning the morphology of Arabic words so … More Maybe It’s Maybelline…
I stole the idea from the original source of inspiration and then I did everything differently, which according to Picasso and T.S. Eliot makes my theft a laudable thing. Someone on my Ravelry group posted a picture of a cropped, wide, crocheted jacket with zigzag stripes in white and gray and three-quarter length sleeves of … More Gumball Shrapnel
This month’s post is a show-and-tell minus the tell, because I’m up to my ears in not-ready-for-primetime projects. I try to manage my crafted production so that I have something finished and ready to blog about in detail every month, but this month threatens to go by without a post. Not because I have been … More Progress Report
A line sticking straight up. A line sticking straight out. Nothing simpler while simultaneously nothing more variable, and maybe that’s why it’s such endlessly fertile ground for the ideas that I turn into stuff. Right angles were the basis of the hand knitting I did all during the summer, and they’re following me into the … More All the Right Angles
A couple of weeks ago I posted a selfie of myself wearing my newly completed pullover paired with a scarf I had needle-felted a couple of years ago, and I got some nice comments from a couple of people who have known me for a very long time. The first comment, from Lynda, complimented me … More My Colorful Past
When my swatch of Natalia Moreva’s Coral Reef pattern first began telling me it wanted to become a summer top in Hawaiian shirt colors, I had to decide how I was going to shape the garment. Coral Reef  is a stacked-stitch pattern whose stitch count triples on the increase rows and returns to its … More A Wedge Issue
I resisted crochet for a long time. I was Team Knitting all the way, and crochet looked clumsy and frumpy to me. A friend taught me the basics during my first knitting era, but knitting was a lot more interesting and appealing, so my friend’s efforts to teach me went in one ear and out … More Crochet to Abby: Resistance Is Futile
Before I began knitting, the interior of my brain was wallpapered in words, generally purple prose, having been a math phobe with literary pretensions. My brain was stuffed to the gills with clever ways to evoke the angst of my early adulthood. Even I thought I was tedious. I needed something better to put into … More Manifesto: The early years
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