On Red Hats & Being a Conscious Craftivist
This began as a series of Instagram stories, and then I realized I wanted to add some more context. The stories are saved as the “that red hat” highlight on my profile. There are lots…
My Ninth Year of Knitting, By the Numbers
I’ve never been a believer that “everything happens for a reason,” but sometimes I look back and it’s hard to deny how profoundly one seemingly simple or random choice has impacted my life. It’s no…
Crafting Bingo: 2026
In early 2025, I got a bingo card from Craft Emporium/Knitted Wit. At the time, I had grand plans of using one for crafting and another for, y’know, everything else in my life that I…
Looking for Light on the Darkest Day
December 21, 2025 is a lot of things in my house. It is: The poetry of the shortest day of the year, when people start talking about “the return of the light,” coinciding with the…
Loose Ends: Deb’s Sweater
Community is something I think about a lot. I have a degree in sociology, my resume is dotted with titles like “community manager” and “volunteer coordinator,” and in the wake of the 2016 election I…
The Shape of Elegance
Gallantry Clothes: Pants Pattern Design Booklet This little booklet was in my grandmother’s crafting trunk. I don’t sew, but a few people who saw my video about it said they would love to have a…
My Eighth Year of Knitting, By the Numbers
Whether I like it or not, 2024 will probably always be “The Year of the Santa Hat” in the knitting part of my brain. Nevermind that all of the hats I made for the actual…
Rustic Red One: It’s All About the Story
Like most knitters, I’m happy when I get compliments on something I’ve made—though the potential audience who might see what I’ve made is usually very small. Like most writers, I’m happy to get compliments on…
My Seventh Year of Knitting, By the Numbers
I’ve been saying it for a few years now, but it’s gotten so “time doesn’t mean anything anymore” that I completely forgot it was my knitaversary until several days later, which does not mean the…
My Sixth Year of Knitting, By the Numbers
Time hardly means anything anymore, it seems, but one anniversary that feels more tangible than even my birthday these days is when I first started knitting. It’s impossible to overstate how much my knitting practice…