I woke up Friday morning to large white fluffy flakes falling outside my window. After a few bleary-eyed blinks to ensure I wasn’t hallucinating, I reached for the camera. I was aware that snow was coming, just not a day early. Perfect day to curl up in my office and work on the Phoenix blanket.
There are times when I find myself in that very odd situation where my perceived knowledge on a subject far outweighs my actual experience. You know the feeling, right? You’re merrily knitting away on a vanilla sock while your World of Warcraft character is taking the fifteen-minute flight between Undercity and Iron Summit when another crafty friend sends you a panicked message asking how to interpret a particularly tricky section of lace in the shawl they’re knitting.
I am the daughter of a long-time nail-chewer, and took up the habit myself when I was very young. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when the other girls my age started wearing nail polish. It was the 1980’s, and bright colours were a huge deal. The other girls had really nice manicures, even if they were DIY jobs. I had ragged, bitten nails. When I wore nail polish, it flaked off within minutes, let alone hours, and almost always looked awful.
So there I was, the night before our trip to Minnesota…looking for a carry-on bag. Ideally, one I could haul my immediate-needs stuff in all weekend. And I had nothing.
Gyre takes a high-risk spelunking job in hopes of getting off the backwater rock she calls home, ideally to find her mother. Em is a stubborn controller responsible for Gyre’s well-being underground. When Gyre realizes Em is her only support staff, and the job isn’t quite as posted, it’s a no-holds barred adventure.
Not A (structured) Review aka: I read a thing. Tobias is a Wild Man of the Wood. Henry Silver is the new lord of the manor. When the two meet, magic happens. I just finished reading this little gem. On my Kobo, at my preferred font size, Silver in the Wood clocked in at a […]
A couple of posts back, I mentioned that I was learning to crochet as a learning tool. This might seem odd since I’ve posted a lot about my somewhat manageable yarn obsession.
As always, the kitty finds a way to combat the polar vortex currently rampaging across the rest of Canada: Sunbeam. Solar powered cat, go!
If you, like me, are a 40-something who plays with brightly-coloured string, you might remember the Red Heart of the past. Acrylic yarn so rough it made the scrubber side of a kitchen sponge feel like silk.
I’ve been quietly working on the back-end of the website, gearing up for a redesign. Imagine my surprise when I checked the site yesterday to find..well…nothing. All the source code was present, but the site had gone *poof* into so much aether. I took this as a hint that maybe, while my host was restoring…