So I started crocheting (needle art with the reputation of knitting's poor, but fast, cousin) a Carnival clone, made from Noro Silk Garden Sock yarn. Oh, you're making pot holders, someone said. No, it's a shawl. Next person commented on my coasters. Actually, it's a shawl. Yet another told me his grandma made dishcloths just…

I have nothing to complain about, but my poor husband might. I led cheer as he laid tiles. I did get my chance to participate, scrubbing cement and grout for two days, and I have the bruised knees to prove it. Have you ever gone to major expense just to hate something for years? We…

I've lifted the idea from Karen and have loved reading other's versions of the spousal interview. So here he is, being questioned last night while cooking dinner: Me: What is your favorite thing about my knitting? C: That it makes you happy. Me: What is your least favorite thing about my knitting? C:  The line…

This is Print O'the Wave. I'm not sure who is punishing whom, but it is has been exiled to partial smothering in a zip lock bag on a closet shelf until it can behave better. You see, I've knit those last eight rows over so many times that I had to walk away. Eight rows…

Not the Debbie kind, you knitters, but the extreme happiness variety, a spiritual joy maybe. I gave my niece and her new husband a wedding card, one I picked up on the run, with the improbable message: Love, bliss, forever. Being the practical godmother to this child, I wrote on the inside “Probably not bliss,…

You know the saying, often attributed to Shakespeare, but really the creation of William Congreve. The origin is not important, but in Harmony Minnesota there is an excellent illustration of a woman scorned resulting in a fury of purple paint. Last fall I wrote about Austin’s Mohair farm with the proliferation of purple items. Adirondack…

If Print O’the Wave could earn points, it would have a free flight by now. This trip I promise not to pull it out of the knitting bag sans needles at the airport. Maybe my next post will have an FO. It’s off the Minnesota for a family wedding. We’ve already hit the Yarn Garage.…

What is it about the magic of music that can transport you back in time and plop you right down into vivid scenes of your past (I needed a back in time photo for this post – that’s my high school). When I hear Hitch’n a Ride I’m laughing hysterically in the back seat of…

Of course it’s about the boy. On his last day of school he stopped by my office announcing that it was time for his yearly summer rebellion. He grabbed a sticky note from my desk and suggested we make a web diagram of his past rebellious behaviour and brainstorm a few more. I told him…

So far it’s a regular summer weekend here in BC. Woke up to hear Gracee yelp one sharp bark. She was telling a big ol’ bear that this was her property, not his. Just like the storm watcher type I was in my Omaha days, I ran for my camera to no avail. The bear…