The Knitting Stagehand

Well, I am surviving.  I am not quite yet in the thriving mode, though I confess I am too hard on myself.  Here I am, stumbling admirably th...

It all came together in the end. I'm not entirely satisfied with the results, but I'm content with the fact that I can rework the p...

I have problems. Everybody does. The thing is that most people, myself included, go about our days ignoring our problems or denying they ...

Well, the Doublet got good praise all round, with minor comments from our darling master sewer, Cindy. It works, and I can do better next ...

Since I now have actual slops, I'm going to refer to the whole shebang as The Ensemble from now on, (provided I remember that). The Dou...

Saturday, Nate and I ran all over looking for black or grey wool suiting from which to make the "real" doublet.  We ended up going...

When I last reported in, I only had a muslin mock up. Now I have nearly a fully completed doublet. The only sad part is that this isn'...

I haven't written about this idea before, so don't worry if it suddenly sounds new to you. :) It's been percolating in the back...

Almost a year ago, my honey asked if I would help him make a doublet for Ren Faire. I, of course, said yes thinking it would be good to pr...

It's fascinating what you can find on Etsy if you search for "bustle". Everything from historic steel boned bustles to the...

"Olive's Afghan from Knitalong" I don't remember when I began this project, but it was a while ago. Perhaps spring of ...

Elizabeth Zimmerman used to sign most of her knitting newsletters with this sweet and oh-so-wise bit of advice: "Knit on, with confiden...

Sometimes I get a crafting "blah". I believe this happens from having too many projects on the plate at any one time, and someti...

Not all of these are in my shop, but stay tuned as they trickle in during the next few days! Also, any helpful hints for writing copy? I f...

One would think, in this day and age that old stereotypes wouldn't prevail quite as much. For example, women can't do everything th...

Nearly every Wednesday night I head over to visit my parents and brothers. Sometimes it's all four of them, and I have to dole out my...

Several years ago now, I had grand delusions of knitting up a sweater version of a British Lieutenants jacket circa 1805-ish. It was in t...

One Week Ago: Yesterday marked the first day of having to take medication to treat my depression. As much as I think I'm on the right ...