The eye of the storm has moved. Possibly. And there are many things about which to celebrate. But not knitting. Worst knitting month ever, at the end of which I learn valuable lessons from Jeny Staimen. And The Tech Bros are already yesterday’s news.

The return of a Skyscrapa. Flowers in pots. Books in stacks. Enormous sleeves. Hand sewing. Time, and what to do while it’s passing. Our house is officially for sale, and it’s time to cast on.

Knitting for little people. I can knit a rainbow, but should I? A honkin' huge ass box o’yarn. More about that amazing heel. Paint Pan Socks, again? Yes. (Shut up.) A foxy little knitting mash up. If it sounds like this one is all about knitting, that’s because it is. I really needed to talk about my knitting. What a relief.

Holiday on the good ship Covid. Rest, and being stingy with it. Painting all the things. Wintering.

A big reveal. Projects, projects, projects. Planning for my trip to The Big Smoke, and the new year. Plus a visit from an old friend.

Continental drift. A rhetorical question. One million ends. Milkshake on the sidewalk. And Sixty Six Coupons.

A baby sweater gone wrong. I mean, they're so small. How do you even have time to screw it up? I don't know, but I managed it this week.

Oh, and I fell in love. And had my heart broken. So. A big week for me. 

This week, I called time out, and used my time out to remove seven projects from time out and complete them all. Worth it, but kinda not worth it, if you know what I mean.

Today I am all about the milestones; those points on the path that tell you you've finally arrived somewhere. Plus, I share some lessons learned on how to unlock the information contained in those fractional numbers in yarn descriptions. There is some math involved, but it's totally worth it. I deconstruct the Graerup Pullover and make plans to find out why the Red Edge has been in time-out for so many months. 

Grateful thanks. Ripping and reknitting and ripping and reknitting. Grime. The black silk.