Buachaille Etive Mor

More munro knitting, this time atop Buachaille Etive Mor, the huge pink granite “shepherd” of Glen Etive, towards Glen Coe. After a rocky scramble of an ascent and a few minutes across the moon-like surface of the tops of Stob Dearg we were up in the clouds. I worked on a sock: but could only…

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“that sweater is screaming the ’80s”

Lela Nargi, ed., Knitting Memories: Reflections on the Knitter’s Life (Voyageur Press, 2006). Now, I don’t want to be churlish. There are some great things in this book of short essays edited by Lela Nargi. Elanor Lynn’s piece, for example, really gives a window on her idiosyncratic creative process and the particular sense of place,…

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domiknitrix: (not quite) eating my words

Two knitting books turned up yesterday: Jennifer Stafford’s DominKNITrix and Wendy Keele’s Poems of Color: Knitting in the Bohus Tradition. I spent a most enjoyable evening with them both (more on the Bohus book later). Now, I am suspicious, as you know, of Stafford. I really didn’t warm to her when interviewed, couldn’t see the…

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knitting at 3000 feet

I suppose it all depends on what you mean by “public”… In any case, my contribution to worldwide knit-in-public day (June 9th) was to take a project (something I am knitting for the Rowan exchange) to the top of Ben Lomond and knit it there. Here I am. The weather was fantastic — just a…

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