by marionroach on September 15, 2009
Blogging sister Annie Modesitt's handknit hood.
SOMETHING HAPPENS IN SEPTEMBER that tips off a wave across the Northern hemisphere, turning otherwise attentive women away from the bandaging of knees, backing them off from stuffing picnic baskets, and discouraging the raising of their hands to volunteer to score at scholastic sports events. A harbinger of fall, this tidal shift begins with one woman, and for years I’ve been trying to spot her: the first to go, the very first, and like those marvelous people who have lifelong bird lists and travel the world in search of the very last example of a single species, I do the opposite, searching each year for the very first of this breed of woman. This year, I found her. [click to continue…]
by marionroach on April 17, 2009
WE’RE GETTING JIGGY WITH TURKEY here on The Sister Project. If, like me, you do not relegate turkey to a mere once a year, but instead make it more often, you probably have more than a few recipes in your stash. And, if your recipes are like mine, some of them are better than others. Recently, in search of yet another method, I wiled away hours reading my mother-in-law’s recipe box. And whammo: What I found might shock you. [click to continue…]
by marionroach on April 6, 2009
I NEED A DIFFERENT OLDER SISTER. If I had one, she would know how I should fix this sweater. Margaret does not. And she doesn’t even like the sweater, so we’re done. [click to continue…]
by marionroach on March 5, 2009
SOCKS AND SWEATERS? WHY? When you can have a brand new, bright pink uterus! After reporting that I had knit mere socks following my recent fibroid surgery, several knitting sisters emailed me an alternate suggestion of what a perfectly sane woman such as myself might instead have preferred to have on her needles during such a time. Do I hear the call for another Ravelry knitalong? (Thanks to the archives of Knitty for the image, by M.K. Carroll.)
by marionroach on February 26, 2009
I KNIT, SHE DOESN’T. It’s one of the stories of our she said, she said lives. The fact is that I have a sweater/sock/hat/something for every high-emotional holy day of my adult life. [click to continue…]
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