“Ask me what I want out of life and I’d answer an ever renewing stream of incredible yarns in every conceivable color that I could knit up in my own designs and the constant company of dogs.”
The man in the picture is my husband, George. We’ve been married thirty-seven years. My dog, Mati, is a Siberian Husky, now five plus years old. She just returned from the beauty parlor.
I first learn to knit when I was in the eighth grade and had to take Home Economics. I thought the entire course was a waste of time since I intended to have a career, not a home. Knitting was among the skills taught and I treated it with disdain almost failing the entire course because I refused to finish the project assigned, a pair of slippers. Years later in my mid twenties and in New York City pursuing one of what was to be many career choices I passed in front of the window of a yarn shop. The colors and textures of the yarns on display stopped me in my tracks. They seduced me into the shop. The owner’s enthusiastic encouragement and ready assistance resulted in my knitting my very first sweater, a V-neck pullover in tweedy brown cotton. Now many sweaters later and after careers in management consulting, special education teaching, political activism, magazine editorial and modeling, I have my own shop, Colorful Stitches, with my partner Bonnie. If only my home economics teacher could see me now. |
