Cast On's Third Anniversary
Crafting it forward, and the spider catcher.
Sweater weather in wet West Wales.
Intarsia curious? I can help.
Tales of ridiculously simple knitting.
For Jean
The sights, sounds and smells of SeaSocks '08, and Today's Sweater.
The title of the podcast gets passing mention, and bears no relation to anything actually in it.
It's a hat thing.
Apologies, follwed by lust, loss and redemption.
One row scarves, mended clogs, little ripples and sleeping dogs.
Say it with skulls.
Italy, Italy, Italy.
"Oh Stewardess..."
I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers.
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." William BLake
How do you knit squares that are less than square, and spirals that are more than spirals? Answers to these, and other enigmatic questions, in this episode.
You want beads? You got beads. And badges too.
I lose it, fall down, and bitch a lot, but it all comes round in the end.
The dork factor.
A Chief Scout, a Secret Life, and camping.
Advice from a Poncho, and Wonderwool Wales.
Eurovision and knitting for peas.
Secret Lives and the C Word.
It's good to be back!
Slip Slip Knit
A knitting journey begins in South America, with Charles Voth, and ends in Nova Scotia, with Lucy Neatby.
More sock knitting, finished with clogs and still thankful.
Knitting socks, cursing clogs and grateful thanks.
Short, but no less sweet, this week we fall in love.
This week we find a theme, get warped, and continue the wiki conversation.
It's been a year! Dave, Ed, Ethel, Syne, Heather, Sage, Franklin, and Joanne help me celebrate.
We keep our Sense of Place, and Free Knitting Culture
Norwegian sweaters, a millwright, and Action Man Orange.
No, seriously. It's the pits.
It's the pits.
Winners and grannies and how to mash knitting.
Some weeping, some cheap tools, some fabulous kniting tips. Business as usual.
Gathering Wool in Wales
In Search of the Perfect Sock Pattern
In which we examine our knitting roots.
In which we begin by not really beginning.
This week Thalia, the Muse of Comedy, makes us knit silly things.
Polyhymnia, the Muse of Sacred Song, helps us see the sacred inside the ordinary.
Erato, Muse of Love Poetry, inspires us to knit for people we love.
Knit harmoniously with Euterpe, the Muse of Music, by your side.
Celebrate your knitting legacy with Clio, the Muse of History.
This week Urania, Muse of Astronomy, teaches us how to stop doing what isn't working.
This week Terpsichore, Muse of the Dance, teaches us how to knit like nobody's watching.
Melpomene, Muse of Tragedy, knows that uncertainty and despair often bring with them lessons of patience, compassion, and strength.
Calliope, firstborn of the Muses, uses Epic Poetry to preserve the great stories of the ages. She invites you to begin an epic knitting project.
Creativity begins with Mnemosyne, Goddess of Memory.
Should have been a Muse here, but Ruby happened.
Raconteur. Now there's a word we don't see enough of. This week's guest host is Chicago writer, artist and raconteur, Franklin Habit.
I don't crochet, but Sage, from Quirky Nomads is an expert at it. Lucky for us then that Sage is this week's guest host.
The one with Dave from Chub Creek.
The one for the people who think I talk too much about knitting, and feel there should be more monks in the podcast.
This week's show is better than a poke in the eye with a pointy stick.
I am easily confused; a fact that becomes evident about 7 seconds into the podcast.
Fifty two minutes and forty seconds of Ritual Humiliation Free Podcasting, and Franklin Habit.
We stitch. We bitch. We stitch AND bitch, together.
The movie episode. I manage to mention, quote, or describe scenes from no less than four films in this episode, none of which contain knitting.
No essay, but some really good post-chili ritual humiliation.
It's the Blue Episode, and Gail Lucas thinks people who don't behave themselves should have to work harder for their knitted gifts.
At least once in every podcast I manage to dig myself a nice hole, and then humiliate myself while I attempt to climb my way out of it. See if you can spot where that happens this time.
It was the perfect family Christmas. If by perfect you mean overcooked turkey, badly behaved relatives and something viral taking up residence in your digestive system.
No, those aren't sleigh bells. That's the sound of ice tinkling, merrily, in my glass of scotch.
Knitting for love. Chicago writer, Franklin Habit, wonders if anyone is truly worthy.
What does it really take to be a knitter?
A Snow Day
How a podcast is just like a magazine, only different.
A disturbing tale of good yarn gone bad. Not for the faint of heart.