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In the Steps of Jane Gaugain Kate Davies |
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 From
the quiet restraint of the Regency buildings that line Edinburgh’s
George Street, you would never guess that a century and a half ago,
this was the scene of a knitting revolution. Read More
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Gold and Silver Stitches Rosemary Hill |
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 Wire.
When many knitters hear that word, they involuntarily rub their hands
and hide them away in their pockets. But those of us who have knitted
with wire know that it doesn't need to be painful. Sure, it doesn't
have the give of wool; it's more like knitting with linen or hemp. But
once you learn how to handle it, knitted and crocheted wire yields
beautiful jewelry that you cannot duplicate with other methods. And
best of all? You can create a beautiful piece in less than a day. Read More |
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At
my local knitting group, a shift seems to have happened, or maybe it is
more of a convergence. Three years ago, when I had just arrived, I was
somewhat of a novelty as someone who crocheted much more often than I
knit. Quietly, slowly, more new members who crocheted arrived and
knitters found reasons to pick up hooks. One night Lisa asked me to
teach her how to make granny squares. Emily and Heidi joined the group
around the same time. They switched effortlessly between hook and
needle and would wow us with their crocheted inventions. Hannah learned
to crochet a scarf at a charity event. Last winter when even Jennifer
couldn’t resist the urge any longer and made a crocheted hat, I knew
that change was in full swing. Read More
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Swatch It! Clara Parks |
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 Knitters
talk about how certain yarns are ideal for lace, others for ribbing;
how some yarns will give you magnificent drape, while others will hug
you tight. This is fine if you’re working a pattern that has only one
such quality throughout. But what about those patterns that throw the
whole kitchen sink at us? Read More
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 Everything
was arrayed on a table in the elementary school cafeteria, ready as
could be. I stood, tuft of orange fiber in one hand, doing something
I've been doing most of my life, as children started filing in. They
seated themselves at the cafeteria tables, murmuring to each other:
“What is she doing?” A light dawned in one girl's eyes. “She's making
YARN! From stuff that isn't yarn! With that stick thingy! She is! She's
making yarn!” I grinned.
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