Fall is upon us! It’s time to start working on the big, cozy sweaters and blankets that will help you get through the winter. In the meantime, though, you need some small projects to keep things fresh. Have you tried needle felting? It’s super fun. You take a big chunk of wool roving, and you stab it repeatedly with a very sharp needle. Doesn’t that sound incredibly satisfying? Considering that it’s fall, now would be the perfect time to make wee little pumpkins and witches and ghosties and decorate your house with them!
You can even get a head start on holiday presents with our new Artfelt kits, which include stunning scarves, coffee cozies, and iPad covers. If you’d like to learn how to make any of these things, give us a call or send us an email and book a personalized lesson! You’ll be ready for fall in no time!
Happy Knitting (and felting)!
Christin and Diane
This month we are having a trunk show featuring Lori Versaci, one of the designers for Shibui Knits, as well as her own designs. I thought it would be great to have her be the guest blogger this month. She is both talented and interesting. I always am fascinated as to how someone goes about designing knitted garments. Hope you enjoy it!
1. How did you move from (consultant to) knitter to designer?
I knit a lot when I was in high school and college but when my children were young, I really only had the chance to knit on vacations. I always had something on needles, but the projects would languish for months at a time.
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Let’s begin with puberty, shall we? Puberty is like a new star being born into the universe. It enters space with a huge explosion, creating chaos. It’s arrival affects everything in the universe, reaching into inﬁnity. After a long time has passed, the star begins to die. It again explodes with its last bit of light. The explosion is so enormous that the star folds into itself and becomes dense. This density is so great that it forms a black hole in space.
A black hole. This is menopause. Yes. It sucks this much.
I have been going through menopause myself for what feels like inﬁnity, and I have been surrounded by menopausal women at the store for eight years now. I know a lot about menopause, and would like to share my thoughts and observations.
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Since this is my ﬁrst blog, I wanted to start off with a bang. I know I am supposed to ﬁll the page with all sorts of knitting techniques and whatnot. And they are coming. Trust me. But I thought, for the ﬁrst blog, I wanted to do the social commentary thing. So, here it goes….
Ever been to an old timey state fair? You know the kind I mean. The one where there are all these women standing around all involved with their pies. They all want the blue ribbon for the best made pie. They have been making pies all their lives. Their recipes are ancient (Probably handed down by Viking women, who used to roll out dough wearing a helmet with horns on it). They know their stuff. No argument there. And there is always one lady that is all smug and satisﬁed; the one that usually wins. She is the one everyone wants to beat. Her pie dough is perfection. And, let’s face it; it is all about the dough, right? It has to be made, well, perfectly. Just light enough, just thin enough. The steps that are required are secret (probably some chanting involved). All very hush, hush. The “experts” walk around tasting the pies with authority, as if they were all trained by Merlin. They taste every pie crust with a heavy helping of haughtiness (As if they are the only experts on pies. I am thinking here that most of us could do this job pretty well. We are all pie eaters). The pie pressure builds, as they take another trip around the table to re-sample one or two (This is a complete scam right here. They are just trying to eat more pie, in my opinion). Finally, it’s down to the wire. They all huddle together. The wait is unbearable. They turn and announce the first prize, blue-ribbon. And who does it go to… the same lady again. She puffs up and struts to the table to receive her accolade. Her smugness is palpable. All the other pie makers look at her with longing. They want to be her. Each one of them feels a little less competent and a little less of a pie maker. And that is how a monster is born. We, as women, all have the pie making gene in us. Even though it may be subliminal, we measure our worth against other pie makers all the time. Whether we are baking pies or knitting. The contest is always there. Some people are so intimidated that they won’t even enter the arena. Why? Because there are women waiting there to make them feel insigniﬁcant and it really works.
Continue Reading Who Said They Were Better Than You?