Long ago I taught myself to knit a baby blanket for my first child. I finished it when I brought the second daughter home from the hospital. It was a soft green and a little misshapen, but I finished it. My knitting was tight. Corrie's was fluffy as marshmallows. She was an accomplished pianist. Nimble fingers make a difference. I have not knit since. I did crochet a drawer full of hot pads.
At a book sale, I came across At Knit's End MEDITATIONS for WOMEN who KNIT TOO MUCH by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. It's just right for a quick read and laugh. I love her sense of humor.
Checkout her website: www.yarnharlot.com
Each page starts with a quote.
I have long been of the opinion that if work
were such a splendid thing the rich would have
kept more of it for themselves.
Opinion is that exercise of the human
will which helps us to make a decision
Mi taku oyasin. (We are related.)
I'm of the opinion that if post-menopausal women were the soldiers, there would be no more war. They'd be too busy sharing knitting techniques and recipes.
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