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Fern Scarf from Queen Anne’s Lace I read with great sadness the other day that Britain has decided to sell two-thirds of its forests to private developers – read expensive houses on golf courses instead of walks in the woods where fairy tales were made! There are these boundaries, that act as measures of the […]
Sole Music I can’t believe that one of the hottest series on TV is about a High School choir? My jaw dropped when I read that one of the plot lines was about huge “hunks” (old English for good looking guys) who dropped Football to sing in the choir! There is hope for knitting!! Riversong
Today is the anniversary of the death of Elizabeth Zimmerman (Nov. 30, 1999). We owe Elizabeth a lot, because she gave us a lot. In fact, probably her greatest gift was her belief in the talent of today’s knitters. I am sure that few of us would have ventured as far, if it weren’t for
Herm is one of the Channel Islands, one of the smaller Islands. Apparently you can walk across Herm in about 10 minutes. Sixty people live there full time and its main source of revenue is tourism. So Herm has to do a lot of marketing to get people to take the boat from Guernsey to
Originally posted Nov 25, 2010 I was concentrating so much on the novel challenge that I forgot to post for two of my favourite days. Nov 25 and Nov 30. Here is a re-post for Nov 25. November 25 is the feast of St. Catherine of Alexandria. In Christian lore, St. Catherine was martyred upon
I read the other day that they (great thinkers, scientists, surrealists) have been able to stabilize anti-matter for about 10 seconds – long enough for science to study it. Anti-matter, apparently was there at the “Big Bang”. It was the universe as we know it, but with a negative charge and so it disappeared –
I always love it when knitting becomes some big time in your face “thing”. I love knitting “bombs” and I love it when advertisers use knitting in their pitches. Years ago Campbell’s soup had billboards with knitted cans of soup and knitted radiators shown graphically in yarns of their iconic red and white colours. The
This may very well be the last rose of summer. It’s also the title of a very beautiful, yet very sad Irish folk song. The Irish may, in fact, be one of the few cultures that have turned death into an art form. Here’s the link for the song, sung by John McDermott Albert Camus,
What’s a Pawpaw? Actually, it’s a tree that grows well in the Toronto area, which is rather amazing given it’s unique name and even uniquer (is that a word?) fruit. Pawpaws yield fruit in September that look like small clusters of round green bananas, which apparently taste like a cross between a mango and a
Lucy Neatby posted to my Facebook wall that she was off to teach a class on 3 scarves – Sea Lettuce, Falling Leaves and Mirror, Mirror and her comment was..”a nice knitting cocktail!…” Lucy is an amazing designer. She may even be considered a knitting acrobat. What she does with the simplest of stitches is
