The Dragon’s Tail

One of the wonderful things about living where I do is the close access to many  interesting places – both natural and man-made. Yesterday my husband and I drove The Tail of the Dragon (Well, he drove. I held on for dear life). This section of road sports 318 curves in 11 miles, and is not for the faint of heart. We had such a fantastic time, zooming around curves and passing slowpokes other people. It made me wonder about a time before asphalt roads when the mountains were seemingly impenetrable. Who found this gap in the mountains? How do you even start climbing over a mountain???


On the way up we stopped at the Tapoco Lodge (at the very bottom of the map) for lunch. My husband had a trout PoBoy with home-made potato chips (yum!) and I had the most wonderful salad I’ve ever eaten: the greens were fresh and topped with grilled chicken, dried cranberries, candied pecans, fall squash, and goat cheese. Drizzled over everything was a creamy vinaigrette. If you are ever near the North Carolina/Tennessee state line, please stop here!

Guys, the trees are so beautiful this time of year! I knit in the car, but I just had to stop and look at the gorgeous scenery every few minutes. I didn’t get a huge amount of knitting done, but I don’t even mind because FALL!

You see here a sweater I’ve been working on for a while: Perry by Michele Wang. I knit the sleeves first, and now I’ve started the body. The pattern instructs you to knit the body in pieces, but I don’t particularly like seaming, so I decided to knit the body in 1 piece. I think I started the body 4 times before I finally got my math right! Perry is sailing along smoothly now. I can’t wait to see her done.

1 Month

My husband and I were married 1 month ago. It’s funny how being married changes everything, but at the same time almost nothing has changed. We’ve moved into the same space, but we were there a lot together before we got married, so it already felt like home. I felt like he was my husband before we were married, but now it’s legal. When you get married you expect a lot of change in your life – and there is. But there are also a lot of things that stay the same. And it’s weird.



You know that song and dance routine from White Christmas where Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen play two inseparable sisters? I may be a little farther away from my sisters, but we still think alike.

My littlest sister is a fiber artist, and I am pleased to say I taught her to knit. When she was here for my wedding she gave me a pair of adorable cat washcloths.


In contrast, my middle sister is a visual artist, specializing in drawing and sculpture. The Lord of the Rings was my earliest fandom (something I have passed on to her), and I incorporated some elements from the movie into our wedding (our ringbearer was dressed as a hobbit). Accordingly, my sister drew my husband and I a movie-esque poster as a wedding present.


I come from a talented family.

Sisters –  Irving Berlin

There were never such devoted sisters

Never had to have a chaperone “No, sir”
I’m there to keep my eye on her

Every little thing that we are wearing

When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home

All kinds of weather
We stick together
The same in the rain or sun
Two diff’rent faces
But in tight places
We think and we act as one

Those who’ve
Seen us
Know that not a thing could come between us

Many men have tried to split us up but no one can
Lord help the mister
Who comes between me and my sister
And Lord help the sister
Who comes between me and my man

Honeymoon yarn

Being a true Knitter, there was no way I was going to miss an excuse to buy yarn. So I batted my eyelashes at my husband and asked if we could make a stop at an Orlando yarn shop. He agreed, and we commenced our shopping at The Knitting Patch. So. Much Beautiful. Yarn! It seemed like every other yarn I pulled out to look at was Hedgehog Fibers, so obviously my soul needed some – I bought 2 skeins of sock yarn in “Nutmeg.”

My husband and I wrote some funy vows for each other – one of my vows was to knit for him – whether he liked it or not. So I convinced him to pick out some yarn for me to knit him a hat. He showed good taste by choosing Zauberball.

And lastly, in the sale bin a lonely skein of Colinette Cannelloni called my name. And I couldn’t resist. She is so bright and happy (and I have no idea what I will knit with her, but that is not the point).