I mean…sometimes you simply must stop what you’re doing, raid your stash for the perfect yarn, and knit a peach.

A tiny, round, perfect peach. I shall call her Nancy, and I assume she’ll save the world.


Nestled is out, and for the next few days, it’s 10% off with the code SNUGGLED.

Now look, I know this isn’t for everyone.  Some of you are looking at this and thinking huh, well, that sure is…unusual.  And if that’s you, I get it.  You should totally wander off and find the knitting you love and do that instead.  But…I’ve heard a rumor that there are quite a few of you who are as hopelessly smitten with these as I am.

I’m hearing about plans to make one for everybody in the family ornament swap or one for everyone in the kid’s class.  I’m hearing about plans to use them as place card holders or favors at Thanksgiving dinner or at your fall wedding.  I’m hearing about plans to use champagne corks from important occasions as the doll base.  I’m hearing about plans to make piles of the leaves and use them for garlands and wreaths.  Basically, I’m hearing that a fair number of you have fallen under these wee little creatures’ spell and that you have ideas.  Which just fills me with glee!

I supposed I should talk about the practical bits.  Each cape or leaf takes about 25 yards of yarn (I went raiding my scraps bin, but if you’ve got some collections of mini skeins laying around, this could be just what you’ve been looking for).  I used a mix of fingering, sport, and dk weight yarns.  The dolls are easy to find at most any craft or toy store (ask for peg dolls), or you can find them online (these are the exact ones I used, but you can also just search for peg doll).  Mine are between 2 and 3 inches tall (any smaller and it’s hard to fit the capes on them).

The knitting is easy peasy.  Start with a tiny tube (that’s the stem or the tip of the hood).  Increase out and work in the round for a bit (that’s the pouch on the leaf or the hood on the cape).  Then open up and work flat for a bit (that’s the point on the leaf or the bottom of the cape).  There are two different leaf sizes and two different leaf textures plus three different cape shapes and three different ways to shape the hood points, so you won’t get bored if you make more than one.  And each piece only takes an hour or two, so you can end up with a whole forest of them in no time.

I’m going to be overly cautious here for a second and mention that the dolls are little (as are the tiny charms I’ve tied the capes with) and the pipe cleaners I used to make the hats bendy are a bit sharp.  So you want to be cautious and not give these to anyone who is in a ‘put everything in their mouth’ stage.  Which you probably already knew, but I feel like the cuteness could easily overcome good common sense, so I’ll feel better if I mention it.

But other than that one tiny caution, I strongly suggest you give in to the whims of the leaflings and just do what they want.  They clearly know something we don’t, and I suspect they’ll lead us on a glorious adventure!

Once again, the pattern is Nestled, and you can get it for 10% off for the first few days it’s out with the code SNUGGLED.


It’s cool enough to reach for a sweater, and around here, that means this ancient, lovely thing.  It also means patching up the latest round of holes (seriously, the fabric is thinner than a tshirt, it gets tiny holes if you so much as look at it).

Luckily, that’s something I rather enjoy.

If you peruse the embroidery tag on here, you’ll see many of the previous mends.  (This is the bit where I preemptively mention that I can’t show you the whole thing at once because the mends are all over and there is no way to take a photo that encompasses all of them, plus the sweater is big and the mends are small, so if I try and take a picture of the whole think it looks like junk…you’ll just have to live with the mystery.)



Yesterday I found myself in my local graveyard, sitting on the ground by a mossy tree stump, carefully wrapping tiny wooden dolls in wooly capes and tucking them inside knitted leaves so I could take pretty pictures of them.  And, because brains are tremendous storehouses of every stressful thing that’s ever happened to you, I found myself thinking of a moment at the beginning of eighth grade.

My english teacher (hi Mrs. Bottorff!) called me aside after class and told me that one of my other teachers had warned her that I was simple (her word, not mine) and would never amount to much (apparently doodling on the margins of your notes meant you were doomed to failure, who knew).

For a kid who built a lot of her identity around being smart and good at school, that felt like a slap.  Mrs. Bottorff explained that she knew I was fine, but that being smart only counted if you could convince the folks in charge of you that you were smart.

Now I know what she meant, and I know she was well intentioned.  I even know that there are circumstances where convincing others of your abilities is more important than your actual abilities (infuriating though that is) and maybe it’s a good thing for a kid to learn.

But I also know that my life has gotten better the fewer people I have to convince.  I don’t have to worry about grades these days.  I don’t have a boss.  And I figure all of you folks are a self-selecting bunch and are totally along for the ride.  It’s all really working out rather well.