It was, by Florida standards, cold. And because I am now a woman with both experience and consequences, I approached my closet strategically. I chose a handknit sweater, but not an aggressive one. A merino wool, DK weight, with a reasonable gauge. Nothing too …
On visibility, aging and the stranger social power of handknits I knit a charcoal grey sweater last winter. Relaxed shape, dropped shoulders, wooly tweed yarn. The kind of sweater that feels elegant in its simplicity. I wore it to run errands and a woman at …
I have a new bag. I made it myself, a chocolate brown, raffia bag with bamboo handles that I am absolutely desperate to carry, and every morning when I get dressed, I hold it up against my outfit just to see. Just to feel what …
On the shawls I make, the shawls I keep, and the woman I keep imagining I’ll become There is a large blue IKEA bag at the bottom of my closet. You know the one, the kind you use to haul your college kid’s belongings into …
I have tried to become a sock knitter. More than once. Enough times that it should have taken.It hasn’t. I admire sock knitters the way I admire a woman with a perfect pixie cut. She looks incredible. Effortless, a little sharp, completely herself. You see …
There is a version of me who knits lace. She has good light and infinite patience and she probably drinks her coffee before it gets cold. She has queued approximately forty-seven lace shawls on Ravelry, and she has never actually cast one on. I think …
FO’s Crochet mesh t-shirt; Avelie Bag; Self drafted short sleeve, lace cardigan WIPS: Rivven Tee 2.0 (no pattern out yet)
Every summer, the same refrain pops up: “I never wear my summer knits.” “I’ve stopped knitting for warm weather.” “It’s just not worth the effort.” And I understand where that sentiment comes from. Many knitters have put real time into warm weather garments that go …
Capsule wardrobes were designed for people who want limits. Fewer decisions, fewer pieces. A fixed number, arrived at deliberately, after which you stop acquiring and start living. But knitters are not normal consumers. We are makers. And if you tell a knitter that once they …
There’s something lovely about watching a knit or crochet stitch appear on a catwalk. Not as nostalgia. Not as irony. Just as something beautiful because of what it is. Texture as architecture. Stitch as silhouette. Compared to last season, I had to look a little …