I was at a certain beach for a week (Indian River Inlet in Delaware). We’ve been going there every year for nine years. It took more than nine years and restart but the bridge they’ve been building is finished. There are numerous scrap piles of rebar lying around from the old bridge. These piles seemed like an ideal place for my first ever yarn bomb…


As you can see the scrap pile is quite large. Look to the lower left in the yellow circle for the tag. It’s a simple K2 P2 rib in hot pink acrylic I bought way back in… 7th grade I think. The were some violent wind storms so it looks like it has been sand blasted and the tag has ripped off. The tag said Why Knot? Challenge yourself. Incase you’re wondering.  I named the tag Primera,  which means in spanish first.

Really It was a Month Ago…

Here are the puppy pictures I promised about a million years ago.


Their names are Wilbur (the brown one) and Coal (the black one). The first picture is from the night we brought them home at eight weeks old.
The second picture is from last night. The only time they are still enough to take pictures of is when they are sleeping or eating.

I’ve finished the Macho Mechanic scarf. Here it is:


If you listen closely you can hear it saying “Block me! Block me!” I’ll get there some day… I also finished a random hat. It isn’t really for anybody and I made it from yarn I originally bought for a pair of socks. I’ll have a picture of it next time I post. I promise. Anyway stay cool. Lord knows hard that is to do around here.

A Beautiful Tradition

One of the days we were in Peru  we went to a little village where the inhabitants make yarn and weavings by hand the traditional way. Here are some pictures of the magic. (roll your mouse over the picture to get a description)



I learned so much from the demonstration, I am no longer impressed by my own feeble spinning attempts. Although our guide was very impressed when I mention that I could spin. These women are carrying great traditions, and living the was their ancestors did to keep the skills alive.  Their weavings and yarn are so intracate. I am truely impressed forever by these women.

Running Commentary

Throughout today,  when I get a chance I will be posting my pictures from Peru and of my fos, cast ons, and assorted canines. Suffice to say if you check once there might be more later…

This is Saqsaywaman wich sounds like Sexy woman when said by your local tour guide. We thought that was hysterical. Aren’t we mature?

Here’s Macchu Picchu the view is beautiful but the road in (17 switch-backs) is terrifying.


We learned the difference betwwen llamas (the spotted one) and alpacas (the shaggy ones) on a farm. The alpacas were so soft it was like petting a cloud with dredlocks.

This is Moray the famous concentric circles. Turns out that the Incans used these terrices for genetic engineering their crops.

This is Morras, the salt flats. Salt water comes up from a natural deposit is the earth and the water flows through aqueducts and into little pools where the water evaporates. Then the salt is hauled out in 110-pound bags by hand.

We split a guinea pig amongst ourselves. Nobody really liked it. It was like pork a little bit.