It began as a simple, albeit stupid, mistake. That mistake quickly escalated into kidnapping, and threats of violence. And to make matters worse, the perpetrators of these threats were my own loving, kind, and slightly twisted parents. I had returned from a visit to Florida to see my family. As I unpacked my … Continue reading The Adventures of Remo
The Love of Libraries
I stopped abruptly at the doorway, unintentionally blocking the entrance. People maneuvered to pass me, while I stood rooted in the spot. My eyes drank in the sight of thousands of old leather-bound books, each proudly holding its proper place on the towering oak bookshelves. In awe, I thought to myself, “This must be what … Continue reading The Love of Libraries
Segovia and Suckling Pig
The wait staff paraded through the restaurant, winding their way between tables, until they arrived at ours. With a flourish one snapped open my napkin, while another presented the main event. Suddenly I was looking eye to eye with an entire baby pig; legs, snout, tail, the whole thing. I was not a vegetarian, … Continue reading Segovia and Suckling Pig
The Man with the Spear
“Stop!” screamed Alice, her voice filled with fear. A man brandishing a spear had stepped into the road, blocking the path of our car. He was dressed in shorts, boots, a uniform shirt and a heavy winter coat. We held our breath and stared in front of us, terrified. In the early 1970’s my father … Continue reading The Man with the Spear
Warmth, Wool and Whiskey
When I think of Ireland, three things come immediately to mind. Warmth, wool and whiskey. Our trip to Ireland was filled with all three. Wool, in its varied forms came, home by the suitcase full. Whiskey was sniffed, sampled and consumed in copious amounts. What stood out the most was the friendly and generous nature … Continue reading Warmth, Wool and Whiskey
I Have Lost My Marbles
I have lost my marbles. Literally. Dozens of times, all over town and across several states. Even as far away as Ireland and Morocco! I have lost, and found, marbles over and over again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m in “The Worlds Biggest Marble Hunt,” and it’s loads of fun. “The Worlds … Continue reading I Have Lost My Marbles
Cloughmills Crochet Club
Stunned, I stared at the door, it was shut tight. After waiting for weeks, and traveling thousands of miles, I was locked out. Disappointment overwhelmed me, this was not the outcome I had envisioned. Months earlier I had read an “Atlas Obscura” article about the Crochet Club of Cloughmills in Northern Ireland. The ladies of … Continue reading Cloughmills Crochet Club
The World’s Largest What?!
Enticed by a billboard proclaiming “The World’s Largest Rocking Chair,” we turned our RV off the interstate to investigate. Unexpected adventures like this are the best part of travel. When I saw the next sign, I dropped my yarn, jumped from my seat, and shouted “YES.” Ahead were “The World’s Largest Knitting Needles.” It was … Continue reading The World’s Largest What?!
I have sipped my way through a sophisticated wine crawl. I have chugged along on a pub crawl. I have even done a tequila crawl after too much Patron. But this was my first yarn crawl, and I was nervous. I had decided to travel to Portland, Oregon to participate in the, “Rose City Yarn … Continue reading Yarn Crawl
The Helicopter Ride
Our helicopter banked sharply to the right. I could see straight down to the canyon floor, thousands of feet below us. Mist from the clouds swirled through the cabin. I clung to the strap that was bolted above my head, my fingers aching from the tight grip. I wasn’t sure if it was wind, tears, … Continue reading The Helicopter Ride
My Yarn is “slow”
I will attempt to say this as politely as possible. I do not want there to be any hurt feelings. I am pretty darn sure that my yarn is not (I will whisper now), as smart as other people’s yarn. My yarn simply cannot do what others peoples yarn does. In her book “The … Continue reading My Yarn is “slow”
Yarn: Dead or Alive?
We had spent the morning exploring the narrow, earthen alleys and passageways of the souk in Fes, Morocco, on a blistering hot day. We had seen everything from master wood carvers at work, to huge vats of tanned leather, and even a severed camels head, hanging from a stall in the meat market. When I … Continue reading Yarn: Dead or Alive?
Caminito Del Rey
I was standing on a three foot wide wooden walkway, the walkway was suspended from the side of a towering cliff. Gusts of wind blasted me, while I held my helmet to my head with my hand, and plaster my body against the canyon wall to stay upright. I was beginning to question my decision … Continue reading Caminito Del Rey
I experienced a yarngasm... in public. I tried not to. Really I did, but some things simply cannot be stopped. With one look at that sensuous yarn, I was filled with an intense physical need to touch it, to feel the warm, soft, tenderness against my skin. Ahhh, Qiviut.