This is from Handknit Holidays, by Melanie Falick – which if you don’t have it, is an excellent book. They’re really easy to do, actually. Easy practice for circular knitting. Figure 1: This was the first one I made. I … Continue reading →
Figure 4: This is from Ukrainian Design Book 2, Egg 14. This is after the first dye bath, yellow. As you can see, the color is not very brilliant, which means I need to remix it. Figure 5: Another view … Continue reading →
Wedding Day“Hold still!” “I’m trying!” “Just do it!” Your skin glows when you’re irritated. It’s cute. I struggle not to smile, but you sigh with exasperation and put your hand down, the eyeliner cocked like a pen. “Lauren, will you … Continue reading →
This was the first Pysanky Day we’ve done for this year. We’ve got another one scheduled on April 14th since we didn’t finish. Pysanky are traditional Ukrainian decorated eggs, a craft that has a 4,000 year history. I enjoy them … Continue reading →
What Is It?Brother Guillermo locked the store room door, the iron key cold in his hands. A branch snapped behind him and he turned. His heart pounded against his chest but he saw nothing moving. Twilight oozed through the trees … Continue reading →
Okay, this is a showcase for the man of the house. Michael is making himself Samurai armor from six cow hides we bought last summer. He’s cutting them into 2 inch by 1/2 inch segments, punching eight holes in each … Continue reading →
I sat down at an unoccupied stool and ordered an ale and some stew. It came hot and thick with turnips and spices and a slab of bread thick enough to build with. I sighed deeply. It had been a … Continue reading →
The twilight softened the house into shadows, the lights within not illuminating so much as providing beacons. Molly walked toward the front door, hitching her backpack more comfortably. Her muscles ached from track practice. She opened the front door, the … Continue reading →
The Martian Babies “Xaxon, you space hound! How have you been?” The hail came from behind Xaxon Broxes and he turned. “Javnon Pequent?” Xaxon blurted. “Is that really you?” Javnon strode up, his lemon-yellow ship-knits clashing horribly with his shock … Continue reading →
Succession Tik-tik shivered and ruffled his fur in a wave from his whiskers to his tail. He sneezed. Rain again. Four suns of the stuff! He started forward again and stepped through a patch of dead leaves into yet another … Continue reading →