reine
i’m such a brooklyn tweed whore. you know that much if you’ve read any of my stuff anywhere, ever.
give me any pattern curated by the magical jared flood, and i’ll be salivating all over it like them more girly … Read the rest
northern non-summer
i’m back. sort of.
inspired by fellow bloggers, and encouraged by my employer-turned-mentor, i’ve decided that when it comes to presenting finished knits, even super duper late is better than not at all. you may direct any objections to that … Read the rest
rosebud
just when we thought summer would skip our grand nordic nation entirely, that she would cruelly ignore our very existence in this odd peninsula–affectionately nicknamed either the armpit or the asshole of northern europe, depending on which warped position you … Read the rest
hippo hooray
just so you don’t think i’m a ruthless, heartless bitch with no tolerance or compassion for any my fellow men, please know that i’ve just had four quite relaxing days off work and am now more or less back to … Read the rest
him & me
what a ridiculously perfect pairing, this hitchhiker fellow and me. he’s fast enough to keep me interested, simple enough to make me feel special by comparison, and pretty enough to maintain perpetual heat in my nether regions.
march of the sinister knits
well the crochet thing is off. having trudged through 400 meters of yarn in one sitting (with this lovely shawl in mind) i somehow just went “meh” and moved on. the construction and shape didn’t feel right. or maybe the … Read the rest
spring, snooker & shallows
it’s the time of year again when men put on their bow ties and shiny leather shoes and gather up to poke their polished balls into some deep velvety holes, bending over backwards to get the position just right, crafting … Read the rest
