About a million years ago I was living in NYC and
my boyfriend’s mother came to visit from Canada. While she was with us we got
one of those spectacular snowstorms that hushes the city into a serene white
wonderland. She spent the weekend on our
futon couch listening to the radio and working on the knitting project she had
brought with her…a wool fair isle sweater with a yoke woven from brilliant
greens and blues. I watched in awe as her needles clicked. I had never seen
anything more magical. We pulled on our snow boots and trudged around the
corner where I purchased my first set of knitting needles and some buttery soft
merino wool. I began knitting that day, and have never stopped.
