Creature Comforts: The Art of Felieke van der Leest
By Lela Nargi
Somewhere back in the late 1960s, consumed by a toddler’s desire for self-adornment, I selected a plastic animal from my menagerie and tied it around my neck with a piece of string. I’m not sure the ponderous, inelegant result would have qualified as “jewelry” exactly. But take that playful embellishing impulse, combine it with a true artist’s flair for detail, skill with metalwork and needlecraft, and what you’ve got is fifteen years of whimsical work by Dutch jewelry designer Felieke van der Leest.
Increasing Your Options
by Sandi Rosner
It is entirely possible to make a sweater without ever increasing or decreasing the number of stitches. Four plain rectangles can be sewn together to make a perfectly serviceable covering for your upper body and arms. Most of us, however, prefer our garments to bear some relationship to the shape of the body underneath. Producing such garments requires a working understanding of increases and decreases. In this article, we will take an in-depth look at increases. Look for the discussion of decreases in the Spring issue.
The Ten Knitters You Meet in Hell
by Franklin Habit
Hi, my name’s Franklin. I teach knitting for a living. No, seriously. Next year I’ll be going to at least a dozen or so fiber festivals, large and small, and I’ll be paid to go to every one of them. That’s my job. I fly to interesting places where knitters have gathered, and spend entire days talking to them about knitting as we play with pretty yarn. Then I get money.
Ask the Problem Ladies: Winter 2011
by Kay Gardiner and Ann Shayne
The Inca King’s Daughter and a Son of the Realm or How the Llama Came to the Andes
as retold by Daryl Brower
Long ago, during the time of Inca, there lived two young people whose lives became intertwined. The first was a maiden, long of limb, fair of face, and a delight to behold. Now in those days and in that part of the world, girls of great beauty and noble breeding were given the sacred honor of serving in the temple of the Virigins of the Sun. Consecrated to the greatest of the Inca gods, they spent their days learning to spin and weave more beautifully than any in the land, creating rich and sumptuous robes and hangings for the priests and nobles. The girls in the Sun’s service took an oath to be loyal only to him. Should they share any word, touch, or other connection with a mortal man, they were put to death, buried alive along with their unfortunate paramours.