I am a squirrel. I have so many needles and hooks and stitch markers and stoppers and and and and. Like a good squirrel I hide them in our whole flat: under cushions in the living room, on my desk, next to my sewing machine (which is not so weird or?) but also on a […]
Last week I told you of my new love Maastricht a wonderful town I visited per chance because the weather during our short vacation was gruesome. Our original travel destination was Aachen, which by the way is also amazing, but this will be a topic for another post. One reason we have chosen Aachen was, […]
Last week I visited Maastricht (and Aachen) and now I have a plan: becoming a millionaire and buying an art nouveau mansion downtown Maastricht…. Such a wonderful town! I remember I said the same things about Lüttich last year, and to my defence, I would still graciously accept a mansion there, so that I could […]
Dear needleworkers, I will make a little writing holiday for two weeks. My husband has a bit of free time and we want to reorganize our flat, watch some films, visit museums and care for my parents. But I did not want to leave without telling you… I will frog the pink cardigan (please readers […]
“One step forward, two steps backward” is not only Max Romeos way to describe how he is entangled in the swamp of Babylon, no it is me and my relationship with the Fake Frankie cardigan. Everything with this cardigan is bumpy. First, I could not get the neckline width right. I unraveled several times to […]
Last week I proudly presented you my Fake Frankie cardigan. An easy top-down raglan cardigan with a simple pattern of garter stitch rows on stockinette background. Last week I may have bragged how experienced I am in knitting (and crocheting) such top-down constructions. This week I frogged the Fake Frankie cardigan… No, don’t be afraid, […]
I am addicted to raglan cardigans. I find them sooooo relaxing. Perhaps because I know exactly what I must do… … … Are you laughing already? Me, knowing exactly what I must do? I have to admit this time my pompous claim to know everything was not as exaggerated as many other things I have […]
