I guess that would be compulsive Li obsessing, something I do when I want to push a worry out of my brain. I find something else to obsess about, thereby masking the true level of concern ruminating in my mind. What do you want first, the worry or the obsession? OK, I'll flip a coin…

Time for a change. After four years the look is changing. It's about time, did you notice? I think it's subtle, but too subtle? So far a new banner and a cleaned up look. I know it adds to the busy-ness, but I cannot bring myself to ditch the Gracee picture, so there she'll stay,…

I've made myself a promise – no more new projects until major ones are finished – except for a purse project – something portable, light and chartless. This one takes 1200 yards of yarn, but weighs only 90 grams when finished. It's the Free and Easy Pie Wedge Shawl and I'm using Fleece Artist Baby…

    Pretty, but I can't seem to get it right. This is the tam from Twilley's of Stamford Book 455, made from the real deal, Twilley's Freedom Spirit yarn. The first one I made was too small. The second, from a heavier yarn was too big. I figured this one, with the number of…

She's a knitter, a foodie, a writer and she loves dogs. No, not me, this one's a famous writer. Kate Jacobs read from her sequel to the Friday Night Knitting Club at the CBC Radio Studio One Book Club: Amazing! At 35 she's sold over a million copies of her first book, was on the…

Ever have that feeling about a project? This one's been around – started in Toronto, almost finished in Honduras, finally completed at home in Vancouver when I should have been doing the taxes. Avoidance behaviour at its best: The wrap-up: A Mitred Square baby blanket variation made from eight skeins of Needful Yarns Cotton Joy…

Thirty plus years in the field of mental health/social services has influenced the way I spend by time off. I love my job, but as much as possible, I leave work at work. My family knows that I don't watch movies with social service-y plots – no addiction, child abuse, depressing themes, no loud family…

WARNING: this is a post about a feminine hygiene product. Not the obvious one. You read it right, can't have too many innocuously titled posts in a row, sometimes you need an attention grabber. There is a story behind the title, so here goes. A few years back I was at a conference talking to…

I'm having one of those moments. After a night of fever and chills, and making the always difficult decision to call in sick to work (it really torments me to do that) I envisioned a day in bed with chicken noodle soup and knitting. That blasted knitting. I am on the second to last square…

In my college years, flying between New York and Michigan, I remember airport vending machines that sold life insurance for the duration of your flight, in case of crash. How comforting is that? I know this is reflective of my age but it does comfort me that I still have a memory. Do you remember…