No one expects the Vortex of Chaos. It's ice on the sidewalk three days before Christmas, the driver who knocks the door off your SUV, the surgery that dims your voice, the cancer treatments that leave your brain muddled for months. But like the accretion ring surrounding a black hole, the Vortex of Chaos is also the neon sign that says you're still in business, that you haven't given up, that you're not willing to take it lying down. Chaos is Life.
I finished the Halloween socks on Sunday.
I wore them to school on Tuesday. I wanted to wear them to play the organ for convo but they were just a little too thick for my organ shoes so I had to go with basic black.
These aren't the leg hairs you're...
There is something about the changing colors of autumn that makes me want to knit orange things.
I knitted a scarf
yarn: Zitron Trekking Tweed in "Casablanca" handpainted by Zauberglöckchen
--how does she do that, hand-dye a ball of yarn so the...
I have run into a problem with my beaded gloves.
Eve pattern by Julia Mueller (not available yet); Wollmeise in Jultomte
It's that line of holes running through the diagonal design. They happen when a right-leaning decrease (k2tog) is right next to...
