
Okay, let’s just say it. I suck. I have been an off-again-on-again blogger for so long now that, according to many folks, blogging is really no longer a thing. But since I just graduated with a shiny new English degree with a focus on creative writing, I am yearning to put my recently learned skills to work. So if you are the sort of person who likes to read about things and not rely solely on Instagram Reels for knitterly fiber arts entertainment, I welcome your eyeballs to my blog, out of fashion though it may be. (Just in case, I also do IG Reels because I am a sucker for pretty, fast-moving things)
I also have gone a little wild with knitting and crochet since I turned in that last Writing Portfolio in December, 2023. The tactile sensations of wool and sticks in hand, the joy in the fiber arts community, returning to stocking my already-overstuffed stash that is leaking into yet another closet … all these things fill my creative well like no other. I know you all know what I mean.
Has anyone every approached you and said, “I heard recently that you knitters are very…” their eyes diagonally scan the ceiling as they search for the word … “tactile people … you like to handle yarn in shops … ” that same speaker now slides his eyes diagonally to you and hesitatingly says, “I heard that some people, uh, well … smell yarn … ” They stop short of asking you if you personally do this.
The side-eye steepens sharply as they wait for your reply, though the way they begin to slightly shuffle backwards tells you that they don’t really know if they want to hear it.
But you! You beam, undaunted, as you gleefully jump at the chance to speak about something so magical as the smell of yarn. “Oh, yes, of course! We all love to shove our nostrils into that fresh wool and vinegar mixture.” Maybe you punctuate this with a sniff.
This is where I am, friends. My hands and nose are in the wool. And I am beaming.
My life gained some space just in time, too, for the #100dayproject led by Lindsay Jean Thompson and friends over on IG, and the RCYC or Rose City Yarn Crawl, an annual event that provides a framework (e.g. an excuse) to intensely investigate eight of the finest yarn shops in Portland, Oregon over 4 short days.
I highly recommend both — and if you don’t live within reasonable distance to Portland, Oregon, you might want to check out your own local yarn crawls so you can join us in spirit, as we “crawl” with hundreds of other wool freaks for yarn. There’s something that feels a bit insectile in that word, “crawl…” or like it is meant to characterize an uncomfortably, densely packed Spartan competition that may or may not involve slogging through mud to get past low-hanging barbed wire to reach yarn … or like the exhaustion we experience as crawlers run out of gas literally and figuratively by the end of the yarn crawling weekend … but I digress… I always, always join this event.

As for the #100dayproject, it is a boundless — no, limitless — DIY frame for any creative who wants to grow their art, share their art, develop it or explore new artistic endeavors. I always join this event, too, but I never feel like I generate enough focus to take me anywhere significant.
So this year, I am combining the two.
I am committing my 100 days (it started February 18th, 2024) to finishing things. For a start, I began and finished the RCYC MKAL this past month. I even knitted it out of my stash, which, in some way, feels like “finishing” something, in that I am using yarn I purchased any number of years ago — that stripe? It’s from Lorna’s Laces, “Bravery” from the old the Harry Potter line of sock yarn. Of course, now I have some little puny leftover bits of sock yarn in three colors, but that’s another finishing issue for another time.
I am allowing myself to wander through my stash, my notes, journals, my unfinished designs, lists of patterns that I have meaning to make for myself but never have. I am giving myself grace to complete what I find, or admit that I never will and pass it over or pass it on to another who might enjoy it.
My next project will be the 2021 RCYC MKAL that is no longer a mystery. I put it down back in 2021 when I became frustrated with the final Brioche edging. The instructions for “Meditations” by Theressa Silver were fabulous, the pattern was complex but clear, but I was listening to the 30+ hour Audible version of Anne Radcliffe’s The Mysteries of Udolpho at the same time I was knitting. Turns out you can’t successfully learn new knitting skills while simultaneously listening to the very first gothic novel filled with the most entertaining types of melodrama: damsels trapped in towers by villainous men who were just pretending that they wanted to marry damsel’s older aunt for love; young men in the spirit of D’Artagnan or Wesley (aka The Dread Pirate Roberts) overcoming all odds to save their maidens, conquering all with True Love; and the ever-popular, dark haunted castles that provide terror and intrigue for all, Dorian Gray style.
The Mysteries of Udolpho, with all its bodice ripping, supernatural fun and fainting, and this persistent nagging in the back of your mind, wondering how a woman published this novel under her own name in 1794, does not go well with trying to learn Brioche on US1 needles and fingering weight yarn.
Now that I have fresh interest and a little more shawl- knitting experience, I have unearthed my 2021 from the stash graveyard, flicked off the maggot
dust, ripped back the ruined Brioche, untangled the mess, pulled out the dog hairs, read the notes and realized that this shawl had more mistakes than just the Brioche. So, in gothic fashion, I will be reassembling this shawl monster from its disjointed parts, calling it good, and hoping that no one else notices its reanimation.
Oh, and I am hoping that part of this finishing business will also bring some new, finished, never-before-seen patterns! Stay tuned … we’ll see if I write another blog before 2026.









