
The adventures of a knit designer, her dog, and yarn stash. I'm the author of Doggie Knits, Sweaters and Accessories for Your Best Friend.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Four Years

Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I Can't Stop

Monday, March 26, 2007
All Little Dogs Need Sweaters
This is so cute. Little Saki in the Penny sweater, knit by his mom, Nicole. Saki is a ten pound Maltese, and the sweater is the larger size, but there's enough stretch in the design that would accommodate a lot of sizes and body shapes. These colors look great on a white dog, and the design is classic enough that Saki still gets to be the star! Nicole used a yarn called Licorice, that she found on sale at a Joann's. Hooray for finding yarn on sale! I really love seeing a little dog in a sweater. Thanks to Nicole and Saki for letting me post this!Sunday, March 25, 2007
More March Project Spectrum

Saturday, March 24, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
The (Not So) Famous Socks

Monday, March 19, 2007
Meaning What I Say

Sunday, March 18, 2007
Project Spectrum--March

Friday, March 16, 2007
International Trade Agreement, part 2

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
What Night Is American Idol On?

Sunday, March 11, 2007
Vest in Progress

Friday, March 09, 2007
International Trade Agreement, part 1

Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Fashionista, or Dork?

Today, two of the items were not hand knit by me. The gloves were knitted by an Estonian lady, purchased from Nancy Bush following a workshop, and Piccolo's sweater was knit by my Norwegian friend, Bente. I took some photos of Piccolo in her new sweater, but not having a card reader that works with my computer, I have to trot back to the CVS pharmacy and the Kodak picture kiosk to have it put on a CD. This explains the lag time between a finished object and the time it makes it to a blog post. The vest is another (!) Rosebud, in Briar Rose Fibers Sonoma. I finished it a few weeks ago.
Tonight the Man and I drove to a job site, and he took me for coffee afterwards. Piccolo waited in the car, and when we returned, she wanted to get to me so fast, she flung herself at the car door before I got it open. With our staggered schedules, and the Man stopping home in the middle of the day sometimes, Piccolo doesn't spend much time alone. Which makes it more upsetting for her when we are gone. I could just explode sometimes I'm so full of love for this creature.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
I Stuck a Toe In


Saturday, March 03, 2007
Some Days It Just Doesn't Come Together

Thursday, March 01, 2007
On Serendipity


