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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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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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Shearing and Sharing: Community Supported Fiberculture Catches On |
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Written by Administrator
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Monday, 10 November 2008 20:59 |
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 Community
Supported Agriculture has been popularized in the last decade by
families looking for alternatives to the super in their market. The
weekly ritual of driving out to the farm to pick up the share box full
of organic vegetables with leaves and dirt intact, to shake the hand of
that farmer supports small scale farming, open space, sustainability,
and recovers part of the connection to nature that is completely erased
from the stacks of plastic hydroponic lettuce cartons at the grocery
store.
Many
knitters and spinners feel the same way about their wool. The Internet
has expanded the horizon for information, availability, and options for
yarn, and lately, those options have come to include a fiber culture
version of the traditional CSA. Read More
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Last Updated on Monday, 10 November 2008 21:12 |
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Written by Administrator
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Monday, 10 November 2008 21:14 |
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There is a
day in August that I yearn for: when crickets begin to
chorus, when
the light shifts and the nights go cool. There it is, the turn of
summer, and with it the urge to make ready once again for the next
season. As surely as Monarch butterflies are once more migrating to
Mexico and my neighbor repeats his annual stacking of a third cord of
firewood, I lift the lid of my cedar chest and breathe in the scent of
wool.  The cedar chest is a memory cave. In a
moment akin to meeting dear friends after a long separation, I peer in
and fondly survey a collection of scarves, sweaters, and mittens
dutifully folded away at the first heat of summer. At least eight
weeks have passed without wearing wool! My impatience with late July’s
heat and humidity fade. In that heap of color and texture is the
promise that sweater weather is imminent. Here begins my autumnal
ritual of renewing my acquaintance with my three-season companions.
I’m caught up in the joy of reunion and, on closer observation,
practicality. What? Missing buttons? Spaghetti sauce on the elbow of
my best pullover? Holes in my cashmere scarf?
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