When I first saw Katarina Brieditis’ knitted face pattern, the earworm was automatic and instantaneous. Without even thinking about it, The Doors’ song “People Are Strange” started playing in my brain and has stayed there for the last seven months: People are strange when you’re a stranger Faces look ugly when you’re alone Women seem … More Faces Come Out of the Rain
When I first started knitting faces using Katarina Breiditis’ face pattern, my plan was to knit a few faces as practice for a more complicated conceptual piece, in order to learn the structure of the features and use the structure as a jumping-off-point for my own adaptations. Then I would join the practice pieces together … More DNA
I liked my original idea. I still do. It was going to be a machine-knit version of a felted, dropped-stitch scarf pattern called “Les Miserables,” which has a deconstructed look that attracts me, but not enough to suffer through hand-knitting all that stockinette. After machine-knitting it and gently felting it, I was going to fold … More The Fiber Goddess Said, Forget Your Idea, This Is Better
Over the past nine months I have been experimenting with the basics of plant dyeing using scavenged materials. The thrill of uncovering beautiful colors hidden inside ordinary plants that I never noticed before, or food waste that I would have thrown away without a thought, could almost have distracted me from the fact that I … More What Happens After You Dye?
Hundreds of knitters in Ravelry’s annual Tour de Sock speed knitting competition know who Kirsten Hall is: she’s the sock designer they’ll encounter after they survive the first couple of stages, who will challenge them with mental and needle gymnastics that will reward them with beautiful, ingenious socks. Her patterns are long, long, long, but are … More A Conversation with Designer Kirsten Hall
I belong to a group on Ravelry whose online members, mostly located in the UK, became my real-life friends after my husband and I made a couple of trips from the US for long weekend meet-ups at holiday houses in the English countryside. The son of one of these friends unexpectedly and unaccountably died about … More With a Little Help From My Friends
The phrase I have always used to explain why I knit is “to answer a question”, but I’ve had trouble putting the question into words that express what I’m trying to find out. On one level, the questions are simple. Maybe I want to see how a certain set of colors work together, what happens … More Manifesto: The Nature of Nature