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My first memory of knitting was with my Granny Sacht. I sat with her on a plaid couch with wooden arm rests. The needles were red plastic with black ends, single pointed. I learned to cast on and knit … read more

“When I’m 64……” I am an emotional knitter. I knit only to explore and assuage thoughts, ideas or emotions that run through my days. The texture, colour and energy of a yarn calls me to knit. I’ll se … read more

Leonard Cohen language runs through my mind, the deep resonance of well-chosen words. I sit thrumming mittens to Cohen’s ageless musical beats; “I had the invitation that a sinner can’t refuse, it … read more

This morning I sit, watching the snow fall while nibbling on fresh roasted cashews and medjool dates. Steve picked up the Rancho Vignola order yesterday. In the early nineties I tasted my first f … read more

Yesterday I had a perfect swimming moment.The air, the water and me moved in perfect harmony. I let the weightless feeling seep into my soul allowing a kinder, gentler view of the world arise.As … read more