And they call the wind Bernina

That reference doesn't really make much sense at all, but I needed a title for this post, and sometimes they just don't come, and you end up with a stinker like that. Oh well. A while back (much more than a year ::wince::), I helped my friend David move all of his grandmother's things out … Continue reading And they call the wind Bernina

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Knit Wits (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sewing with Knits)

[There are pictures of a man in underwear in this entry. Nothing revealing, but I figured I would warn you. And thank Robert for being kind and comfortable enough with me taking and posting a picture of him in his new underwear.] I have been sewing for a good long portion of my life. For … Continue reading Knit Wits (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sewing with Knits)