When we are at home there is always something that requires my attention at the farm and Denise is always either elbow deep in a dyepot or sketching on a new design. We get into our grooves and work. When we get a little burned out we have to remind ourselves that we have an…
Nothing about the Shetland Islands is pretentious. The stark beauty of the landscape, treeless except for windbreaks homeowners have planted, goes on and on. A collection of homes along a bay. A ruined stone structure. A fuel station, open Sunday from two until five. Rocks in a field, divided by the other rocks in another…
One of the spots Denise had scoped out to visit was the Jamieson and Smith Shetland Wool Brokers in Lerwick. There are a few shops in Lerwick that sell knitted items and yarn, but Jameison and Smith is on a street no tourist would wander past. Inside there were scores and scores of dyed Shetland…
In the Fall of 2013, as we could see a busy year for Lost City Knits wrapping up, Denise and I discussed the possibility of a big trip. We usually get away for ten days or two weeks for a road trip, but it had been awhile since we’d had a big adventure. “Where would…
From my mother I learned to sew. I was probably five or six when she started me with simple embroidery, as I recall, to pacify me on trips. During the summers we’d head to Arkansas or Missouri to camp and I can remember embroidering flowers on muslin with bright pretty cotton floss in pinks, purples…
