Big Thick Meaty

Well, maybe this should be titled Big Thick Wooly. Yep, that fits. I’ve been knitting endless lace for months now. So with a little dip in the temps I cast on the Aspenglo scarf. While in Memphis I bought two skeins of a nice butternut squash natural henna dyed wool. I combined it with the…

A Swingin' Little Tune

Here’s a really fun little ditty that my friend Pam emailed me. Now let’s all sing along!![youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJW67YfLWgs&hl=en&fs=1] var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src=’” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’ type=’text/javascript’%3E%3C/script%3E”)); var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker(“UA-xxxxxx-x”);pageTracker._trackPageview();

Deep South

Things I like about Memphis: Southern drawl – deep and thick. BBQ – Memphis style dry ribs. Hospitality – the forgotten art. And older women who freely admit to loving Vodka tonics. I wonder how long it’d take me to develop a slow drawl and fondness for hard liquor? var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol)…

Hittin' the road

We’re taking our lavender stand on the road again. Memphis and the Pink Palace this time around. What knitting am I taking you ask? Ozark Autumn will go along for the ride, along with llama yarn for some necessary swatching. var gaJsHost = ((“https:” == document.location.protocol) ? “https://ssl.” : “http://www.”);document.write(unescape(“%3Cscript src=’” + gaJsHost + “google-analytics.com/ga.js’…

Endless

There is never enough time to do everything I want. There are endless projects I want to knit, books to read, places to visit, people to meet… Reading Anais Nin’s Diary over coffee at breakfast (while holding it at full arm’s stretch because I left my reading glasses in my knitting bag) I want to…

Dazed and Confused

No – I’m not writing about our first glimpse of Matthew McConaughey or reliving my horrid high school days. Although while we’re on the subject let’s just admit that he is very pretty and much better looking without that 1976 hair style, but aren’t we all? The second weekend in September I found myself in…