by Suzann Thompson | Feb 19, 2006 | Crochet, Knitting, Life, Retro Blog Post, TextileFusion
When I walked to my hotel in Ravenna today, I ran across a parade! Kids in costume were everywhere. Confetti and streamers and silly string were everywhere, too. Different schools had floats, which some kids rode on and more kids followed. All were wearing costumes....
by Suzann Thompson | Feb 12, 2006 | Crochet, Knitting, Life, Retro Blog Post, TextileFusion
This is Enchanted Rock. It is an enormous dome of pink granite rising out of the central Texas landscape. We were expecting cold, clear weather today, so we took the girls there for a climb. Believe me, it’s better to do it in the cold rather than the heat! We knew...
by Suzann Thompson | Feb 1, 2006 | Crochet, Knitting, Life, Retro Blog Post, TextileFusion
My mother, Anna Thompson, turned 70 years old today. She taught me to knit and crochet, passing down the skills to another generation of our family. Her grandmother (my Groβoma) could knit socks with her hands under the table, while her eyes were occupied with...
by Suzann Thompson | Jan 26, 2006 | Crochet, Knitting, Polymer Clay, Quilting and Crafting, Retro Blog Post, TextileFusion, Workshops
You can learn to make these polymer clay buttons in my workshop at the first-time-ever DFW Fiber Fest in Addison, Texas, April 28-30, 2006. Three days of classes and a market will make this an event you won’t want to miss. Classes will appeal to crocheters,...
by Suzann Thompson | Jan 10, 2006 | Crochet, Knitting, Life, Retro Blog Post, TextileFusion
My daughters and I visited the fabulous Bluebonnet Yarn Shoppe (Cedar Park, Texas) before Christmas, and I gave in to temptation. “Silk Garden” by Noro caught my eye, in shades of purple, silvery gray, olive, and touches of ochre here and there. To enhance...
by Suzann Thompson | Oct 31, 2005 | Crochet, Earthen House, Retro Blog Post
We were at our new house site. The foundation guys were finishing up for the day. “Eva. see what he’s doing with that cord?” I said. My daughter looked. “Yeah,” she said. “What do you call that, when you do it?” I asked....
