Permit me some whine. Last week was Earth Day and Starbucks was right in there celebrating. They advertised free brewed coffee as long as you brought in your reusable cup. So I did, ordering a decaf. "No," the barrista said,"we don't brew decaf after noon." I don't get that. If there is one place in…

As a kid I loved the Heigh Ho song. I couldn't wait to go off to work. Thirty some years into this career, I still like work, but some of these knitting projects seem to go on forever. I'm all Heigh Ho in the beginning but it seems to take forever to get home from…

What I did this week:   I stared a Ravelry group: Scottie Dogs – a group for Scottie loving stitchers. How much fun is this? Knitters from the US, Finland (six Finnish Scotties), Russia, Argentina, Estonia, and Canada. All Scottie lovers, I'm especially envious of those moms of multiples. I've learned some interesting bits of…

No, no, no, not that one, which I feared without reason. After 23 years of desktop home computing we are changing from this:To this: Can't afford to do both the laptop and the desktop, but most of my blogging is desktop based. I am loving the idea of cable free computing, but I fear compatibility…

Gracee was whimpering for brekkie She's sitting in front of me, stomping her front paws one at a time and licking her chops. "Oh Grace, just one more square," I beg back. "Forget that, Gracee," commiserates Chuck," it used to be just one more row and now just one more shawl is more like it."…

I don't anger easily. Edward Chuck Scissorhands was at it again.Chuck Chainsaw-hands was more like it. I came home from work to find my forsythia the victim of a chainsaw massacre, most of it right to the ground. He said it needed a good cutting back, and his day off combined with mild weather was…

Readers, meet Becky's Herringbone Rib Scarf. Scarf, meet the readers.  How best to explain the progression of our acquaintance? I'll try point form: June, my coworker, heard about my Herringbone Rib Scarf pattern, published in Knitting for Good. For Christmas, June, a non-knitter, gave the book to her knitting buddy Becky. Becky knit several of…

I googled my first name and got this reply: Did you mean: lice? That's not the first time that mistake's been made. In my teens, my NY State boat operator's license read the same way. My parents made up  my name, a combination of my grandmother's name, Lillian and my Mom's name, Elsa. Lillian+Elsa=Lilice, rhymes…

It's done and I'm happy with it. It's different making a comfort/prayer blanket for someone you don't know, as it was a request from a special acquaintance. I did know this – it was made for a young man who experienced similar losses to my own at similar ages. So I did the best I…

Still on the needles – the Bob Blankie for Craig: In the same colourway – Riley, Blogless Marsha's Airedale: Isn't he sweet? That's how I spent my weekend.