In the Steps of Jane Gaugain Kate Davies
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
Gold and Silver Stitches Rosemary Hill
Swatch It! Clara Parks
Picking Up the Hook: the Path to Crochet
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.
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.