This beaded lace shawl recalls warm summer nights in Scotland’s Western Isles. The sky never darkens completely midsummer, still it is filled with sparkling stars. The Northern Lights roll across the sky like ancient Celtic warriors riding home from battle, the moonlight reflecting off their shields. The only sound--the waves lapping on a nearb...

My grandmother was an irascible Englishwoman. Born in Cheshire, she grew up in Wales and immigrated with her family to Canada at age fourteen. Oh, that woman could knit!! Every winter we received multicolored hats and mittens intricately patterned with our favorite things--kittens, ice skaters, horses. She knit I-cord with her fingers and, when...