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 …