men in stitches.

Let’s be clear on this: I love to knit.

Lots of my friends knit. I like knit wear. I like knit people. I like knit shops. For me, mere knowledge of someone’s knitting ability will spark my interest in them as a friend. I like people who knit almost as much as I like people with dogs. And that is a lot. On the rare occasion I should meet someone who enjoys knitting and dogs, they are instantly recruited into a special club of my own creation, complete with hats and secret handshakes. A club so special, so exclusive, nobody knows of its existence except for me. And. now you. And all the other crazy dog ladies wearing rainbow-plush eyelash yarn scarves that would put Beverly Goldberg to shame. We are the Free Masons of homespun craft goods. I could get cut out just for talking about it on the internet. Shhhh….

Did I mention we have hats? 

But, you guys. I know you guys. I know there are knitters out there in my silent reader rough. Perhaps you haven’t joined my secret club yet, but believe me, I know what you like. You like chocolate. You like crafts. You like nachos. You like sexy men who knit.
Let’s talk about it.

Everybody knows that crafty ladies love Ryan Gosling. Maybe it’s because he is so handsome. Maybe it’s because he starred in The Notebook. Maybe it’s because he is waaaay wholesome and counts Mormons and Mousketeers as family. Maybe it’s his Rad As Hell early 90’s dance moves. Hard to say. But knitting most definitely has something to do with it. Gosling picked up knitting on the set of Lars and the Real Girl while spending the day on set in a retirement home surrounded by old ladies.

Okay dude, seriously, for a second here, try to imagine you are sitting around your nursing home one day and all the sudden, Ryan Gosling, in all his buffed out arms and peanut butter hair glory, comes up and says, “Hey Girl, teach me to cast on.”


And Ryan ain’t the only one…
Russell Crowe. Y’all, did you see Les Mis?
Everyone I knew was all HE CAN’T EVEN SING! Why did they cast him?! He should just go back to being a gladiator, that sadass Russell Crowe. It broke my heart. This man sung his little Australian guts out and everyone was being so mean because Hugh Jackman looked better by comparison. Poor Russell Crowe. I like him. I like his voice. I’ll bet he likes dogs too. And he knits.Ughhhh, I just want to give him a hug and make him soup. Some reports indicate Crowe took up knitting as a way to deal with anger management issues, while others report it’s just a rumor that resulted from the photo above.


Did you know David Arquette is an avid knitter? So much so, he graced the cover of Celebrity Scarves 2. And here I was blown away by literary force that was Celebrity Scarves 1.
Odd Fact About David Arquette: In addition to his acting chops, he is a WCW World Heavyweight Champion. Yes, a wrestler who knits. Who knew?

Here are a few other famous men who can knit (or, at least they have been seen knitting one time or another). Including but not limited to; Tom Hanks, Cary Grant, George Lucas, Ewan McGregor, Rosey Grier, Jacques Plante (hockey player), Laurence Fishburne…the love never ends!

So there you go, my friends, sexy celebrity men who knit. Mind = Blown.
Next time, maybe, Sexy celebrity men WHO CROCHET.
just sayin'.

chocolate sugar cookies
1 c butter, softened
1 c vegetable oil
1 c sugar
1 c powdered sugar
1 Tbsp vanilla
2 eggs
4 ½ c flour
½ tsp salt
1 tsp cream of tartar
½ c cocoa powder
1 tsp baking soda
  1. Combine butter, oil, sugars & vanilla until smooth. Blend in eggs.
  2. Add flour, salt, cream of tarter, cocoa & baking soda until blended in.
  3. Refrigerate dough 1+ hours.
  4. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
  5. Roll dough into large golf ball sized balls. {6/cookie sheet}
  6. Bake 8-9 minutes watching carefully as to not over bake.
  7. Allow to cool on cookie sheet & thoroughly before icing.

1 c butter, softened
5 c powdered sugar
¼ c milk
a few drops red food coloring
  1. Beat butter until smooth.
  2. Gradually add powdered sugar, followed by milk.


comfort and joy.

 Falalalala. La la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. For reals.
It's almost Christmas. I'm doing that thing I do, playing the movie reel of my life in my head, complete with soundtrack. and I'm feeling nostalgic.  You would think it gets to be annoying after a while, but I totally dig it. 

You all know what kind of girl I am. I am the kind who will push herself all blessed day, then  change into my sweats, pour myself a tiny Manzanilla La Gitana, pick out the prettiest clementine and pile it in a bowl along with one lone sugar cookie, gather my i pad, latest book, journal and my puppies and arrange them all around me like a menagerie. Then do nothing for the next two hours but stare at the Christmas tree. Those strands of twinkly lights plum do me in. I'm here in a house entirely void of noise, and I don't want to move for the next two hours, give or take. And sure as sugar, that makes me happy. Every. single. time.

 I hear nothing but the soft hum of the furnace and and imagine snow falling outside my window.

I hope to high heaven that there are more nights like this to come.

But, last night. last night was the best, because, friends. Because getting together is such a mix of wonders that you can create at home.

The music was flying everywhere and my friends looked so pretty all gussied up.

In a stroke of serendipity, it was the perfect night. it  pinched my heart just a little.

So as you can see, I am all over the place today. I can hardly contain myself. To be honest, I'm about one Christmas carol away from donning green tights and elf ears, taking my high kick to the road and starring in my very own one woman Christmas variety show. I was going to simmer my enthusiasm down a bit for this post, but would that not be like, holiday blasphemy? So here I am, ice skating a fully choreographed performance of Joy to the World, in the tiny Christmas village that dwells in my head. I have been dancing to Brenda Lee's Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree for weeks now. living room twirls, jazz hands and final high kicks. It makes me swoony.
 These days are so short. and so cold, but I'm toasted up with the truth of the season, and the knowledge that it has no end, after all. Right now, I hum to the songs in my head, they, along with my peeps, are some of the brightest parts of me. They inspire me to try harder and try less. They inspire me to love my life like no body's business.

They are my comfort and joy.

So, happy eve-of-the-eve, my friends. Your being there, your encouragement and humor and presence in my little life has amped up my world. I am ever honored that you come back here and read my scribblings. It is humbling. and illuminating, and I just want you to know for sure that I appreciate you to the gauzy December moon and back and I hope we all just let our hearts be light. I hope we reflect peace, our gift back for all the ways we have been blessed.

Happy Christmas.
just sayin'.


breathe it in.

There are lovely, amazing things to be shared in this life, my friends. But. I can't pretend that the election didn't happen. that Paris and Orlando didn't break my heart. that racism isn't still an ugly thing. That a personal family crisis hasn't turned my own life upside down.

I will never believe there isn't room for lovely things, that the sharing of them isn't still important. undeniably, it is, perhaps now more than ever. but to pretend the hard things don't exist, the things that break us, render us speechless, hopeless, to go on as if nothing has happened, is happening, will happen, well. I just can't do it.

So, I'm trying to stay steeped in December over here. which really just means I'm busy pinching sap off the ends of Christmas tree branches, to inhale. you know, so I can breathe it in, every chance I get. recently, I showed up for an appointment with a few stray pine needles stuck to the side of my cheek and, I don't know. I think this means I might be doing it right.

I am trying to find places for all the Christmas things I need to be doing right now. I am I playing all the Christmas playlists, singing all the songs, baking all the things. in other words, decembering and wishing for a tiny Christmas miracle. because Christmas is something you do but also, something you feel. something you wear on your heart. It is the celebration of a birth, the birth is hope and without this hope, we are nothing.

I'm mostly happy these days, comforting when I can. that is, when I've not got my face buried deep in the branches of a Fraizer Fir.  I try to lose myself in the rituals of the day. I tell stories, listen to people who have no one else to talk to, hold hands, and pray. and I will not forget to be thankful. but I will also remember. 

A while back we celebrated with a lunch excursion into Cleveland, to Balaton. We were seated by a nicely dressed older gentleman who watched over the place from a table in the corner. Between tasks, he ate slices of red apple out of a bowl. An elderly lady with dyed black hair and polyester pants came in shortly after we did, and the gentleman seated her at the next table over. They exchanged greetings in Hungarian, and he helped her out of her coat. Then he brought her a glass of red wine, filled perilously to the rim, and a steaming bowl of goulash soup. She was so quiet and careful, deftly angling her spoon to savor the chunks of beef that floated on top, and watching her, my sister decided to order the same. So we ate, a plate of cabbage rolls stuffed with beef and pork and rice (on a bed of sauerkraut!), a small order of spatzels with more gravy!, and Palacinke a heavenly crepe filled with apricots, and never before, in the history of Cleveland, were there three more stuffed contented people. We were happy. we were breathing it all in. Then we drove to The Fresh Market. Because we needed something healthy.

we bought chocolate.

and ribbon candy.

I was thinking about my Dad earlier today and it made me happy. I let go of all that I am holding onto so tightly, all the self-imposed deadlines and expectations, all the anxiety. all of it floated right out of my body and up into an infinite grey sky. they are hovering now. somewhere over far away, I think.

because really, it's the thought.

And praying for miracles is an everyday thing.

just sayin'.