I’m curious….. What airlines have you flown where you’ve been able to have your knitting needles on board? Ironically, you cannot take knitting needles on Aerlingus flights. It’s annoying. But I managed. I started the Carradal Shawl by Lucy Hague while onboard a Concord coach bus to Logan airport. Happy that my kid’s motion sickness… Continue reading Irish Landfall; 45th b-day in Ireland
Friends Old and New; Cavan and Comber
Long before planning my 44Clovers Dyeing to Knit Ireland Tour, I was planning my Irish Birthday Trip. And it included sourcing Irish wool of course! I found Sandra Coote of Crafts of Ireland2 online and saw that she raises Roscommon sheep- a thought to be extinct wool breed. After shooting off a very excited email,… Continue reading Friends Old and New; Cavan and Comber
"Unknown to us, there are moments when crevices we cannot see open for time to come alive with beginning."~ John O'Donohue
But just for a little while. Any orders placed now until May 24th will be sent May 25th. I’ll be away from my Peaks Island studio as I spend time in Ireland doing some drawing, painting, and eating amazing foods with my mom 🤗🍀 Slán for now!
My Shamrock Hat; tam o’sham designed by karendipity
Downton Abbey is what I watched all through the clicking of this yarn that became a hat. I didn’t mean for it to go that way, but it worked. I liked imaging it would be something that Daisy would wear while heading to her farm for the day. I didn’t make a swatch for the… Continue reading My Shamrock Hat; tam o’sham designed by karendipity
Dyeing on the Road
Last October I took a solo trip to Ireland. These solo trips give me life. I had a very simple agenda; visit best friend, stay in favorite hotel, walk the fields and do dye experiments. I had yarn and salvaged silks prepped with alum before hand and a few basic tools like wooden dowels for… Continue reading Dyeing on the Road
Just a Slice; a walk around Gregan’s
One of my favorite things these days is taking very slow walks through the woods and trying to notice everything. This evolved over time as I’ve been working on developing my mushroom hunter’s eye. Now I spy tiny lost feathers poking up from leaves, a mushroom about to burst through, and the elusive Lobaria lichens… Continue reading Just a Slice; a walk around Gregan’s
Up the Burren; youhereforthewalkareya?
In other words, opposed to one word; “you’re here for the walk, are ya?” Say it really fast. This is how I was greeted by our guide, Shane. My ear was still adjusting to the Clare accent apparently. I loved, loved, LOVED this walk!!!! With each experience in the Burren over the last 20 odd… Continue reading Up the Burren; youhereforthewalkareya?
I knew this would be the sweetest feeling. To see my babies, hold them & smell them & notice how they'd changed in 2 weeks. I decided while I was away, 2 weeks was too long. And painful. But seriously, mom's need an f-ing break. A break from making decisions, care taking, and putting herself… Continue reading Home Coming
One last adventure: day 13
Just one more back strap weaving community. A famous wood carver. And the largest tree in the world. This is what our last full day was filled with. And speed bumps. All of the speed bumps. I'm not going to lie. By this day, I was exhausted. In so many ways. I missed my family… Continue reading One last adventure: day 13