Open Letter to Joyce Byers – Mom/Hero

I just finished watching Stranger Things 2 and cannot stop thinking about Joyce Byers.


Now if you haven’t seen the show and do not want to be spoiled I want you to stop here. I don’t plan on giving away too many spoilers but the show is just too darn good and I’d like you to go watch it first.

Now that you’ve been warned…

Dear Joyce,

You are one amazing mother. Β You’ve been through one of the most traumatic experiences any human can go through and what have you done… you became stronger.

You work tirelessly as a single parent in a time where there were no cell phones or internet. I noticed that you handmade your son’s halloween costume. I noticed that you work days on end to give your sons a good life – and your boys are Good Men. Both of them. I cannot deal with how much I love the relationship your boys have with each other and guess what? That’s because of you! Jonathan and Will are a wonderful unit and that all comes from you whether you realize it or not. I can only hope that my two sons will have that closeness when they are older.

You never gave up on finding Will and when he returned you remained tireless in your effort to heal him. I can only imagine how much courage it took to let him go off with his friends. How much fear you had to swallow to let him “have his space”. You were so strong and yet fragile. How we can all relate!

When things ultimately started to go sideways, you knew him. You knew he would respond to his art. You never gave up and man, if you could have fought that monster with your own bare hands you would have.

You jumped into the Upside Down like it was NOTHING. Like, oh, I have to go to another evil dimension to get my son (and save my friend Hopper?) No Big Deal. Girlfriend, You RAN towards that scary disgusting hole in the wall. You sped your car toward that hole in the ground. Mama your courage is inspiring!

As a mother of a child with special needs I saw so much of myself in you. Or rather I hope I would go to any lengths to get my son help – to run towards that evil scary place with no question. To have him trust me, to have him believe that No Matter What I would be there for him.

I get so worried about when my son gets older. Wondering how many kids will make fun of him because he can’t communicate as well or drools. Will they call him “Zombie Boy” or “drooling boy”? I hope not but it’s inevitable, right? The world can be cruel and UpsideDown. I know like you I’m going to want to punch those kids (and monsters) in the face but will work hard at keeping my temper. I hope beyond hope he will have a friend like Mike, a brother like Jonathan and that I can be a mother like you.

Thank you Joyce for showing us all what a strong mother is.

You’re my hero.


P.S. Now go pour yourself a glass of wine and call Hopper. You deserve a fun night out.

P.P.S Wynona, you deserve all the awards next season. Bravo!

Well, hello there.

I’ve opened up my computer to write something down so often these past few months. When I do it’s usually late at night (which it is now) or I have about 5 minutes to my name and I should probably do something more productive (like shower). Ultimately, I only get a sentence in here and there, much of it never really making any sense. So, in the end, what I’m trying to say is: Hello.

Life is a blur with toddlers. You end up covered in drool, spit up, smashed bananas, or whatever cereal bar you decided to give your 2 year old that day. You wonder what your life was like before children and what you possibly did with All That Free Time.

You begin to understand that this is your new normal and work hard to getting some of your old self into your new self.Β I try to knit but every time I get a moment it’s usually sucked into cleaning or playing ref or zoning out reading Facebook or Instagram. I’m in that mode. That “just get me through the day but I love my babies so much” mode. My hair is a mess, my poor teeth are crooked (sorry Invisalin!), my pants are sweats, and I can’t remember the last time I wore something other than flip flops on my feet.

Life with my son’s diagnosis is hard. Really hard. I didn’t realize what a tough cookie you have to be when you have a child with special needs. I like to think that I am Mama Fierce but really I just need a good hug sometimes. (or a bottle of wine)

My son’s issues right now are mostly physical. He will have days where he can’t use an arm or leg and needs a ton of support. Those days are happening weekly and come without notice. We could be playing pretend at his kitchen and then all of a sudden I need to hold him up. He is never happy when this happens. It’s an emotional roller coaster. There is not much brain or phsycial power to knit…

BUT dear readers this is not a “I’m not going to blog anymore” kind of post, no no! You can’t get rid of me that easy! You’ll have to pry me away from this blog! This is a “I’m feeling the spark again!” post and I need to TRY to give this part of me a chance to thrive. Β This is me dusting myself off, putting “Eye of the Tiger” on blast, raising my knitting needles in the air and shouting “I will not go quietly into the night!”… ok, I think you get the picture.

It’s also helped that there has been so much knit inspiration around me lately. There are some really beautiful patterns out there right now. Ones that have me buying bags of yarn late at night without hesitation. “When will I knit?” Ahh who knows! I’m knitting with no abandon! TO hell with being tired. ;-P

So before I get into all that good stuff, I felt I needed to break the ice. Thanks for hanging in there and keeping my link in your feed. Hi. Let’s be friends again.

And that you to that person who over the weekend gave me an umph to just start writing again. Thank you… I’m trying!!

Knit on,

PS. You’ve probably noticed too that there’s a different look going on. I’m migrating from an old blog platform to a new one. Bare with me while I try getting all the photos and links back up! I know what you’re saying, “sure, Margaux, with ALL that free time you have!” lol. I know, I know. I’m crazy.

A trip home.

I had the fortune of traveling to the NY/NJ area a few weekends ago. It was my "pregnancy gift to thyself". I spent the weekend in Rhinebeck, NY surrounded by knits, fleece, friends and apple cider donuts and the week in NJ with some family before heading back to New England.

I LOVE going to the NY Sheep and Wool festival. I still can remember my first time . I was SO giddy about seeing yarn and wanting to savor every moment. That first year I got myself a coffee mug from Jennie the Potter – ON A SUNDAY, WITHOUT A WAIT. Oh how times have changed!

This year, on Saturday, I stood on line (at around the time of the festival opening) – all 32 weeks pregnant – for about an hour and a half and didn't even get a coffee mug with a handle. I did though get a handle-less mug, a small bowl and some stitch markers. While I realize I may have been "crazy" to wait so long, I also didn't get there at 7:30 am – which is what I heard others did. 


It was amusing standing on line. So many people walked by asking what on earth we were waiting for. Some scoffed at the idea of waiting so long for pottery, others just nodded their heads in approval and understanding.

I figured this would probably be the last time I would do this for a while so might as well stick with it. I am truly amazed and thrilled at Jennie's success! I tried thinking of similar pottery available like hers and there simply isn't any. I had a chance to say hello to her on Sunday and of course she was without a voice. I hope she got to put her feet up and drink a whole bottle of wine to herself on Monday.

From there I decided to walk the festival – slowly. Actually, I didn't even get to see it all because well, I am very pregnant and no matter how much "umph" I was trying to give myself my body need to SIT. Sitting and watching the fair offered up some great memories too. Matchy-matchy sweaters, some outrageous knits and good ol' husbands and boyfriends there to lend a hand with holding bags and bags of yarn made me smile.

I did come away with some good treasures:


The new M"ewe"sic yarn from Green Mountain Spinnery, a few skeins of Jill Draper's Mohonk in Capiz Shell (which I kept asking her if she mean Mo-hawk or Mo-hunk? oh my Jersey accent), some O-Wool Balance Bulky, buttons from Melissa Jean and of course some Soak in the Fig scent.

On Sunday I got to see a few old friends from Hoboken. They travel together each year from Patricia's Yarns. Nothing like sharing a few apple cider donuts and some good convo to end the weekend on a high note.



I also spent the weekend with some wonderful knitting friends in a cozy house a few minutes from the fairgrounds. It was the 2nd year I had done this and I can't see going to the festival any other way!


So many good laughs were had this weekend AND I didn't even get to drink. ;-) 

Speaking of Patricia's Yarns, no trip to NJ is complete without a visit to her shop! I fully believe in supporting your LYS and since Patricia's was one of my firsts I had to get some yarn while I was there.


Lucky for me she had just recieved her shipment of Madeline Tosh! I got two skeins of the Tosh Light, and a skein of the luxurious Extra from Blue Sky, top it off with a tin of the Milk & Honey lotion bar, I was set!

In the end, it was a wonderful few days. I miss NJ so much and was happy to be able to enjoy it. I even got to go to the Balthazar Bakery in Englewood (yes the same as NYC) and nearly bought them out of danishes. If anyone is coming to visit me and has that on the way – please feel free to bring me some! πŸ™‚

Happy Knitting,

James and his blanket


My dear friends in Hoboken suprised me with this beautiful blanket when I brought Baby James on his first trip to NJ. Knitted with Acadia from the Fibre Co. it's not only stunning but luxurious. Nothing less for my little man.


It is in heavy rotation with his other blankets. Kid is so hooked up! I'm kinda jealous of him. But knowing me, I'll probably steal a little snuggle with it every once in a while.

I love the texture of each stitch pattern and I think he likes how soft it is on his skin.  

Thank you my wonderful knitting friends! To Patricia of Patricia's Yarns for organizing and for those fab gals at Kelbourne Woolens for distributing such beautiful yarns. I am so grateful for you all.

As for life with James, it has been amazing so far. I'm trying not to blink.

Thank goodness for socks


I almost forgot the type of brain melt that goes along with moving. And when I say "forgot" what I really mean is "blacked out". No matter how hard you try to focus and tell yourself "this is going to be OK. I am more organized than I was before" it still is enormously stressful. 

Don't get me wrong, our cross country road trip was amazing. My husband and I took full advantage of seeing as many things as we could. (HELLO, Grand Canyon. You Amaze Me.) We impressed ourselves with both our ability to get along in a car for 10 days and how "easy" it really seemed driving hours on end in a 24 hour period. (I really should stop and thank the people who designed cruise control. I do not know what I would have done without you!)

Of course, we both knew with a cross country move there had to be a snag somewhere. I am ever so thankful that snag wasn't in the form a flat tire in the middle of nowhere USA.

When we finally pulled into our driveway and gave our moving company a call to see where in transit our stuff was you'd imagine our surprise when they said it hadn't left the dock. (insert Snag.) Apparently we were a part of an "unprecedented" surge of people moving out of CA. So much so that our moving company evidently shipped trucks via train to deal with the demand.


So there we were in a house with nothing in it. We half joked about pitching our tent in our backyard but decided that was not how we wanted to introduce ourselves to our neighbors.

We decided to stay with friends. The generosity that was put forth from them was overwhelming. We had no worries but the date of our furinture arrival.

While not having our stuff for a little over two weeks was a little frustrating it truly wasn't the end of the world. But since I am human I did have my freak outs. Dudes, I had so many knitting plans! I was going to finish that sweater I keep talking about finishing. There was a Christmas stocking I promised someone. I wanted to do a stash bust sale! My poor yarn was sitting on a dock in CA!

Thank goodness for socks. A perfect pattern for the over occupied mind.


The pattern is called Kanhahar from the book Socktopus by Alice Yu. There is some errata which she lists on Ravelry so if you decided to do this pair check it out there first. The yarn is from Little Red Bicycle in Sidewalk Chalk. 

As of today we're 99.5% unpacked. And yes, I found all my yarn.

The journey begins.


Mr. H and I have begun our cross country drive to our new home state, Massachusetts. While I am so happy to be headed east it was extremely difficult to say goodbye to San Francisco. I have made so many great friendships in the short time I've lived there that it made saying "see you later" rough! Thank god for the internet or I don't know what I would do.

We saw our last sunset from the Pacific Coast highway earlier today. There is nothing like a sunset on the Pacific. What a magical sight. 

We decided to head a bit south before going west so that we could take this view in one last time. I also had this penchant to go to LA for some weird reason… cough**nonnahs**cough. Right after that we're headed to of my favorites (Hello, Vegas) and a few other cities that are brand new to me. Aside from the city stays we are camping at Grand Canyon, Zion National, and Arches National park. Nature! I am certain my voice is going to be hoarse from singing America the Beautiful everywhere we go.

And of COURSE I brought my knitting!  Would you believe my husband was concerned that I wouldn't have enough things to work on? But I brought an unfinished sweater, a pair of socks and a few other fun projects. I also made sure I brought along my trusty click set should I get some inspiration on the road. You never know what yarn shops could be a gps search away. πŸ˜‰  

Glad to be back on the blog sharing and not stuck behind boxes! Thanks for your patience. πŸ™‚

Wagons East!

Happy Ten Ten!

Another 10 10 birthday!

It's my birthday and the blog's namesake – 10-10!

I knew my 30th year was going to be a big one. It all started with the Perfect Date: 10-10-10. We threw quite a party that weekend, singing karaoke until my voice was hoarse. My husband and I made the big decision of moving cross country to SF and I decided to make knitting my major career.

I can't believe how quickly time has flown from 10-10-10. One thing I miss most of all from the east coast is the change of the leaves. I miss the deep red, bright orange and russet leaves and the smell! The smell of fall. You know that smell. My husband likes to remind me that in a few short days I will be back there for a visit so I will get my fill soon enough! (Rhinebeck here I come!!!)

This birthday weekend hasn't let me down. My friend Sarah treated me to a brunch at Bar Tartine and afterwards my husband and I took a stroll along Valencia St. stopping at a cute paper store called Serendipty. I was so concentrated on the cute cards and gifts that I didn't notice that there was a yarn shop called Princess Animal in the back sharing the space! Husband had to hit me and point but once I looked up I bee lined it straight for the local handdyes and had a fun convo with the knitter there, Mer!


I of course went home with some birthday presents. The hugely popular Knit.Wear magazine and a skein of Hipster Sock from Little Red Bicycle in the Sidwalk Chalk colorway. Word on the street is that this dyer uses the same base as Madeline Tosh. (huzzah!)

Little Red Bicycle

Husband is also taking me out to dinner tonight to complete the b-day events and all in all, I have a feeling that this coming year is going to be even better than the last.

I love sharing the birthday love so leave me a comment and you too could win a copy of the Knit.Wear magazine and (1) skein of Blue Moon Fiber Arts Icelandic to make the Mistake Stitch Modibus by Daniel Yuhas. (love him!) (eta: there will be 1 winner! I WISH I could buy magazines and yarn for all!)

Whereever you are I hope you're having a great and fabulous Ten Ten!

PS. If you're feeling generous we're still long away from our goal for Team Nick! A cowl is a perfect christmas present πŸ˜‰

PPS. That lil' Pecan Pie is the best!!

ETA: Closed the comments! Will pick the winner tonight and post tomorrow πŸ™‚ Thank you SO much for all the birthday wishes and kind words! They mean so much to me. xoxo M

A little detour

Although my summer days are coming to an end  I am making sure that those days are spent with a BANG.

I had a fantastic time in London visiting my brother and walking around the city – taking in the old houses and apartments.  It’s slightly overwhelming to think that the USA was just a twinkle in London’s eye at one point.  There is just SO much history in her streets. 

We took a tour of the Victoria and Albert Museum.  One stop on the tour was the famous Great Bed of Ware, which allegedly had 26 men and their wives "sleeping" together in one night.  Oh those crazy Brits!  I also enjoyed seeing the V&A’s expansive fashion design collection.  (Of course the knitted sweaters is what I wanted to see the most!).

A trip to Harrods, Buckingham Palace and a small peek at Big Ben rounded out our London sightseeing before we headed off to another unexpected city on our short trip…


We only got to spend 24 hours in this great city and already  I cannot wait to go back!  We took the slight detour just for the hell of it – to take our trip "to the next level". A quick booking of flights and a short cab ride we were in the middle of the city before we knew what we were doing!  I am amazed at her beauty.  We spent the day walking around and getting lost – finding new things around every corner. (Red Light District was a bit of a shocker for these eyes! haha!)

It’s a walker’s city for sure!  The cobble stone paths and beautiful canals, there’s no other way to see Amsterdam.  One highlight of our day was going to the Van Gogh museum.  To see the beauty of Van Gogh’s Sunflowers and Irises paintings up close is breathtaking… it’s amazing to see such talent and to think he never knew or didn’t believe in his skills!

The Heineken Experience was closed, sadly, but that’s all the more reason to return!  If you’re an avid bike rider, this city is also for you.  I nearly got run over a few times but was impressed at all the bicyclers!  And the pancakes!!! oh these aren’t Aunt Jemima’s… they’re just so much better πŸ˜‰

I think my final summer trip was a perfect ending – cultural, unexpected, satisfying, and seeming long! I cannot wait to go back but I have a few other important things to attend to.  Maybe a 1st year wedding anniversary present, perhaps?  ha!

In knitting news: am on the sleeves of the Rebecca sweater!  Almost done! I did find a few minor mistakes in the pattern pertaining to stitch count.  Nothing severe but I’ll make note of it in my final post!

Hope you all are enjoying the last days of August!





Baby you find
There’s only one love, yours and mine
I’ve got so much love
And needing you so
My love for you, I’ll never let go
I’ve got so much love

All I want is to hold you
Let me show you how much I love you baby
I don’t mind and I don’t mind
I love you
There’s no one above you

You are the sun
You are the rain
That makes my life this foolish game
You need to know
I love you so
And I’d do it all again and again

Tell me it’s true
I can’t believe you do what you do
I’ve got so much love
And my love you’ll see
We’ll stay together, just you and me
I’ve got so much love

Only you
Move me
Tell me how to love you baby
Show me
I don’t mind and I don’t mind
I love you
Always thinking of you

You are the sun
You are the rain
That makes my life this foolish game
You need to know
I love you so
And I’d do it all again and again

I know you know
The way I feel
I need your love for always
When I’m with you
I fall in love
Again and again and again

You are the sun
You are the rain
That makes my life this foolish game
You need to know
I love you so
And I’d do it all again and again

– L Richie

J, ten years just went way to fast.  Thank you for always being there.