If you’re both a knitter and an Instagram follower you probably already know about Fair Isle Friday or #fif as it’s hashtagged. It’s quite fun to search a hashtag such as #fif and see all of the great colorwork that’s being knit across the globe. Knitters are besotted with colorwork and I’m no different. Yesterday…
On cold winter evenings the old farmhouse can be comfortably heated using just the old woodstove, and there are usually enough windfalls around the farm to keep a season’s supply of oak, hickory, sycamore and black walnut. The stove does well until about three in the morning, when a chill blankets the room and…
Chris and I have loaded the big cargo van with about as much yarn as it can hold and tomorrow morning we drive down our lane off the farm onto the gravel road beyond, thus beginning our trip to Chicago for Stitches Mid-west and the Mid-Ohio Fiber Fair in Newark. The name Lost City Knits…
Every summer there are a few weeks here on the farm when the dragonflies are especially thick in the air between the studio and the garden. It seems early but it appears that dragonfly mating season has begun. Despite the triple digit heat I lingered to watch the show last evening as I walked from…
Chris has been brush hogging our pastures, and at that slow, prodding pace gets to notice things that otherwise get overlooked. Yesterday when he returned from across the creek he brought two little green and yellow gourds. “There are probably a hundred of them near the creek,” he said. Thank goodness I know an expert…
How is it that when I put the newly finished sock on my right foot the incredibly warm wool sock on my left foot – the one that filled me with comfort from the foot up when I slipped them on early in the morning – is somehow not nearly as warm as the new…
Throughout history people have written stories about the significant impact bodies of water have on their lives, whether it’s from flood or from drought. Life here on Clear Creek is no different. We don’t have water piped in from a city source or some lake miles away like urbanites. The well, a mere thirty-foot deep,…
“Wait! What’s with the name change – isn’t it supposed to be Summer MONDAY DYEPOT Special?” If you’re asking this question – you’re on to me. For this final (yes FINAL – Fall is coming!) SMDS, I’m doing a little something different. First – it’s not Monday. I wrestled Monday down, sat on its chest…
The soft puttering sound of rain on the leaves surrounding our house is beautiful. The rolling thunder and the lightening are wonderful too. All of it is worth the annoyance of a piddlin’ lil’ migraine that accompanies a dramatic barometer swing. By now most people have probably read bout the record smashing summer of Oklahoma…
I’m going in so many different directions so here are a half dozen random topics that are swirling around in my mind and in my hands. There are a dozen more… 1. My new Pecan Grove in Wool/Tussah Silk Lace (colorway Wine & Roses) is almost complete. In fact, I may finish it this weekend.…
