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26 Dec 2011 | | We've made the leap to a new Blog host and format. It's now easier for the multiple voices of Colorful Stitches to contribute, and for you to comment. Please Click Here to read our Blog.
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25 Oct 2011 | The Thing of Which You Are Afraid: Part One Sockaphobia |
| Naturally, everyone harbors certain fears, and some of them are healthy, even necessary to the survival of humanity, like being afraid of tigers. Despite the fact that I live in a country where tigers are never seen in the wild, I think this inherent fear will nevertheless come in handy if I ever end up in a bizarre situation involving escaped zoo animals. Read more • |
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08 Oct 2011 | | I’m a proud native of Massachusetts (but please don’t hold that against me), and no time of year is as special or magical for me as the Fall. It’s a time of cool air and crisp breezes, harvest vegetables, and trees painted in shades of fiery red, golden yellow, vibrant orange and earthy brown. The apples are abundant, juicy and delicious fresh from the tree or fragrant and sweet in a pie (with a slice of sharp cheddah melted on top, of course).
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25 Sep 2011 | At Last, At Last, I'm a Knitter at Last |
| When I was about five or six, my parents moved into my grandmother’s house. My grandmother had a treasure trove of yarn – mostly acrylic in every imaginable hue- that she kept in a large wooden chest on our enclosed back porch. Sometimes I would fish leftover scraps out of the chest and tie them into clumsy knots, trying to ascertain how those little pieces of string could be turned into sturdy knitted fabric. I didn’t really find this very satisfying. What I really wanted was to dive head-first into the soft, squishy bounty of her yarn chest and make swimming motions with my arms and legs, but I was pretty sure Grandma would not appreciate that.
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15 Sep 2011 | Becky's Favorite Knitting Magazine |
| Every day with the exception of Sundays, that familiar white truck with red and blue stripes and the recognizable symbol pulls up in front of my house. After its departure, my mailbox is full with flyers, bills, junk mail and on occasion, a letter, a card or if I am lucky, an invitation to something special. Some days however, I anxiously wait for the mailman's arrival at my door. These are the days when my subscriptions to various knitting publications are dropped off at my house.
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