Mother’s Day 2014

From my mother I learned to sew. I was probably five or six when she started me with simple embroidery, as I recall, to pacify me on trips. During the summers we’d head to Arkansas or Missouri to camp and I can remember embroidering flowers on muslin with bright pretty cotton floss in pinks, purples…

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Deception

Progress on my Scatness Tunic is deceptive. I have been knitting on the stockinette portion in the evenings, but when I measure it there is little change. An hour or two later I measure it again. No change. How can this be? Months ago my favorite measuring tape was dropped (admittedly by me) and the…

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Dashed Deadlines

As is every knitter’s prerogative, two days before the beginning of Ravellincs I switched patterns. In one clear moment I realized that the Ivy League vest, although it had all of the challenges I’d set for myself and was likely a project I could complete in just over two weeks, would never look good on…

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