Author: Annie

Correction: As Amy pointed out in the comments, yes, my name IS along the edge of the page. I hadn’t noticed that before – perhaps because it’s in teeny-tiny type. I’m sorry I didn’t see this before, but it doesn’t materially change my original objection, but in retrospect it does seem an error for me…

Avast! So, me proud beauties, today is Talk Like A Pirate day, an occasion fer all ye land lubbers to dance to a hornpipe and knit like the proud sailing wenches ye all are! Now, before you get the idea that I’m simply a hanger-on, a wanna-be, or some other hyphenated non-starter, please take a…

There’s Liz Gipson of Handwoven, preparing for a segment and adding a rustic touch to Kim Werkers & my mac laptops. Life on the cyber frontier. Today was a LONG day – a very good day – but a long, long, day… After arriving in Cleveland last evening and being graciously met at the airport…

So here I am in Cleveland, it just feels like a brief 12 hours ago I was in Portland. Gee… I took a photo of Mt. Hood at sunrise.I traveled via Minneapolis, Gerry did NOT rush to the airport for a romantic clinch before I got on my connecting flight. Obviously the magic is gone….

This will be short – I’m tired and sort of distracted. I just finished teaching 4 classes in 2 days; 2 big classes, 1 sort of big class and one intimate class. I’m so tired, just ragged, tired-er than I usually am. It’s probably because it’s been a while since I’ve taught, and the event…

It’s getting close – here’s a pretty simple way to see if you’re registered and to GET yourself registered to vote if you’re not! Burn, baby, burn!

… or my knees and legs are just getting tired. It’s probably residual from the bike thing last weekend, and the fact that I [stupidly] wore the Evil Birks* this past week when I went to get my pedicure. I’m going to throw them away when I get home. I’m like Homer Simpson with that…

I picked up Knit With Courage today (all 800 pounds of them) from the printer, they’re here and they’re BEAUTIFUL! And they’re taking up their own private little corner of my literary warehouse, aka my garage. And it’s a one car garage. And we put our car in it. We might as well just MAKE…

FINALLY! I just finished the shaping chapter and it’s off on the way to the editor. All of the illustrations, etc., are also finished, sent off with the chapter (I do raw illustrations for their art folks to reinterpret in the style of the book) and that was a hard birth, baby! I don’t know…

I don’t think I’ve felt this proud of myself since I pulled enough Français out of my bee-hind to have a lucid conversation with a clerk in a camera shop in France. But THIS is a different kind of pride – mostly physical – but also emotional and even spiritual. I feel like I could…