I LOVE TO KNIT. I love my daughter. Shouldn’t the two go together? [click to continue…]
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There once was a girl from New York,
Whose husband thought she was a dork.
She’d knit without fail
In the snow, sleet and hail,
But come summer, cast off needlework.
OK, SO I’M NOT MUCH OF A POET. Or a limericist. But you get the idea. I absolutely, cannot, CANNOT knit when the weather’s warm. (Though I did once finish a shawl on vacation in Hawaii. But that was when I lived in Los Angeles, and if I wanted to knit, I couldn’t let hot weather stand in my way. Another life, another time.) [click to continue…]
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A knitted poem project contribution, from London knit shop Prick Your Finger
FROM THE “OH, HOW WE WISH we’d thought of that” files comes this project, both inspired and oddly moving: the knitted poem. Yes, a poem. Rendered letter by fastidious letter in knitted squares. [click to continue…]
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There must be another way...
NOW THAT SPRING seems to have really and truly sprung, even in the frigid Northeast where I live, I am struggling not just with finishing my knitting projects, but with getting them started, at all. I blame the garden. [click to continue…]
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I HAVE MENTIONED BEFORE that I have a problem with finishing. When it comes to knitting, this tricky admission has a double meaning. I have more unfinished knitting projects lurking around my office than I care to count, or even see, and part of the reason I don’t finish them is because I don’t like finishing, that is, the tasks of weaving in ends, sewing seams and blocking that are critical to a successful sweater, or even, for that matter a purse. (And trust me, I am highly motivated by purses. I LOVE purses.) The problems started, along with the knitting, back in high school. I’d like to blame those nice ladies at the local yarn store, but I expect I just wasn’t paying attention. [click to continue…]
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THERE WAS A particular sweater that became the high-water mark of pre-grunge, post-hippie preppy fashion when I was 15. It wasn’t particularly pretty, or soft, or from a status brand. Nope, that sweater fell into fashion because it signified ability, ability to commit and follow through, and having enough free time to do something other than school work, sometimes a rarity in the academic pressure-cooker that was my high school experience. If you, or better, your boyfriend, was wearing this sweater, it meant you were a knitter, and, believe it or not, then as now, that was cool. [click to continue…]
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