Magical, feel good potions of the day: a tall iced coffee, a small pain smoother, a delicate skein of candy floss.
There’s a lot you don’t know about crutches before they come into your life. Like what good yarn-winders they make in a pinch.
This silk-angora begs to be knitted into a Barbie evening wrap.
I seem to be rendered all thumbs by the work on my toes.
Don’t you love it when you come across an actress just casually knitting in the movies?
Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s makes a famous attempt, looking fetching while botching her pattern.
Or Myrna Loy in the Thin Man movies. She makes knitting snazzy.
Sylvia Sidney appears in a fantastic shot on set, needles in hand.
That last comes from one of my favorite blogs, One More Stitch, whose author researches and recreates garments of the past.
All these glamour pusses make it look so easy.
When I feel like tossing my needles, I think about entering the knit world another way — through the example of this guy in France who soaked sweaters in milk and lime, threw them over a frame of branches and covered them with black soap and linseed oil. He padded the inside with earth and, for some reason, horse manure. He lives there now.
Hepburn would probably even look more cool knitting her sweater in this knit hut.
One response to “A Hut of Candy Floss”
Rebecca Skloot is a knitter; she has been in the news lately… her story about Henrietta Lacks, has been, rather. Skloot’s mother is a professional knitter, Betsy Lee McCarthy, author of KNIT SOCKS. Here she is, talking with Jane Pauley:
Your Life Calling: The Joy of Socks