Wow. Did I totally miss yesterday? Huh. I promised you a winner and a winner you shall have. But first, let me tell you about this funny thing my cat did . . . Alright, alright! I’ll tell you. The randomly selected and ever adorable winner of the grant from the Museum of Kitschy Stitches is . . . . Marnie MacLean from MarnieTalks! YAY! If you don’t know Marnie, please make her a regular stop on your Blogtown trolley.[...]

Welcome to the first annual Special Guest Exhibit at the Museum of Kitschy Stitches, where our patrons take their turn swiping at some acrylic ipecacs! We were delighted with the responses and we know you will be, too. Unfortunately, our beloved curator, Ms. Stitchy McYarnpants could not attend today’s gala event. She was suddenly stricken with a mysterious illness. Let’s all pause for a moment to wish her a speedy recovery. Alright, let’s dispense with formality and get to the[...]

      So here’s the deal. I’m busy. Really busy. So busy I can hardly stand it. This means that the Museum of Kitschy Stitches is temporarily on hold until I can reign in my ever-crapulating life. It will probably be back in full force next month, but I just can’t do it this month. All together now: “Awwwwwww. But Stiiiitchyyyy . . . .” Well, I must say that I’m more than flattered at the great feedback the[...]

      I just had to share this email exchange Charlene and I have been having over the last hour or so. She is house-sitting for a girl she works with and I’m going to hang out with her tonight. And now, the McYarnpants Email Theater is proud to present: “Dinner at Andrea’s” Charlene: So, should we get some food to take with us to Andrea’s tonight? I have until Friday when Weight Watchers starts to eat recklessly. Anything[...]

Looking for a good time? Call a bunch of knitters! Seriously. I had the pleasure of hosting a small get-together on Saturday and it was such a blast! Know how I know it was good? Everyone’s husbands and/or boyfriends kept calling them and asking when they were coming home. Each devoted little knitter would say “Soon, honey! I’m leaving in a few minutes.” After about an hour, the men were calling again. “Put a sock in it, Mister. And I[...]