a h’aon: Cindy’s gift, cunningly displayed at Tuatha with a “sold” tag on it.  My spies say she showed it to  her daughter during the festival and said she wanted me to make her one.  You can’t quite tell from here, but it’s lined with the rest of the material I used to make umm […]

It is June 5th, which means that my PCF pals and I have very few days left to do whatever needs doing before our lov-er-lee festival.  If you see me and I look, well, entirely burnt out, please pour some iced coffee or co-cola or maybe a really large amount of bourbon in my mouth.  […]

Aes, hatted: And bouncing gleefully: Nemesis approves: But of course , he would.  Mad-Hatter the first needs a new project.  In the meantime, call me Lanea Magya.  Whoever can tell me what that means gets a prize, unless of course you were with shadowy hatted ones and our companion who came up with it.  Then […]

Another hat, but taller. And slightly freaky.  Awaiting delivery and blocking.

La. The brim is wicked-wavy.  I will see if the strange-head who will own it wants harsh blocking or is wave-savvy.  My guess–the wave stays. I cast off with black so that if the brim wants a wire, it can obscure one nicely.  I used a single strand of knitpicks Merino throughout.  As is my […]

Some things are lovely: And some things are charming: And some things are downright quizzical Until you figure out how to look at them and how they need changing. I felted the first knitting machine created swatch, and I fell in love with it.  It makes me think of this chunk of Patrick Kavanagh poetry: […]

Olwyn has a spirally felt hat.  I wasn’t sure who it was for until I saw her at Sheep and Wool.  It fits well.  Good thing she has a thick wool felt hat in time for summer. I will find evidence of her inclusion in this shadowy organization soon.

Change is bad: we fear change.  But, say it with me now, Blogger is a pain.  I got what I paid for, and I paid bupkus.  And then I got a raise.  And now I will pay for an actual service.  Maybe.  See, spring is all about change and I am fickle.  Mi na Bealtaine, […]