Tag Archives: knit

Group Think — It Doesn’t Necessarily Involve Thinking at All

Posted on April 4, 2013 by This Woman Writes

I’m a knitter. This is a fairly solitary occupation, in that you don’t need to be part of a team to do it, and it’s fairly doable to get good at this without classes, seminars, workbooks, DVDs, and weekly meetings. … Continue reading →

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In 32 Seconds Your Life Can Change

Posted on April 3, 2013 by This Woman Writes

Multi-tasking isn’t such a big deal. Women have been doing it since Eve. American women have finessed it to an art form. American women with children have attained the pinnacle of its supremacy. Most of this multi-tasking is mental, in … Continue reading →

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Why I Knit

Posted on August 9, 2012 by This Woman Writes

My mother taught me to knit when I was 15. In her day, she said, a woman knit in between romantic relationships. An especially heart wrenching breakup, followed by months of no dates at all, could result in a complete … Continue reading →

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Living Green? Don’t Be Weird about It

Posted on December 1, 2011 by This Woman Writes

I know you’re concerned, but don’t be. My inner green girl was fine: she recognizes a bag of trash when she sees it, and it’s beyond even my obsessive nature to piece a king-sized bedspread with fraying clumps of crumpled cloth French kissed by dust bunnies and entwined with bent straight pins.

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