letter of introduction from the editor, Amy
are different, aren't we? Knitters. We take strands of fiber
and from them we create wonders. We share what we know.
We're anxious to do it. We want there to be more of us.
People who look at the world a little differently. A little
less gimme and a little more let me try that.
We enjoy process as
much as product. We knit.
grandma taught me to knit when
I was just 6 years old. I suppose I made a lot of scarves
and other rectangular
projects for years, but I didn't turn to knitting consciously
until I was in college.
I was fortunate enough to live within
walking distance of a Pingouin yarn shop. Despite my wool
I could always find something enticing and cottony
to knit there. My first project was a double cabled
vest in bright red mercerized cotton. The lady at the Pingouin
store taught me
to cable and off I went.
spent the next few years making sweaters that
were fashionable at the time: a cropped stripy boatneck,
a tall cabled
turtleneck in a soft camel color, a silly pink v-necked
vest. I made a lot
of vests. I made two hugethickwarm cardigans - one for me
and one for
my boyfriend at the time [who is now my husband, so the
ALWAYS come true] - in my favorite heavy Gloucester cotton.
then I put down my needles. In the time that passed between
then and now,
I played with other crafts. I decoupaged. I beaded. I painted
I picked up quilting for a long time and for a while thought
be my creative outlet for the rest of my life.
my grandma died. There are no words.
of the few things I wanted to take with me as we dismantled
her house were her knitting
needles. That's them, up there on the left. I took grandma's
needles and brought
them home with me. I arranged them artfully in that white
and they sat on my quilting table for a year. I wasn't quilting
it was too time consuming and I didn't have enough space
in my brain
for the concentration it required.
day, I decided I needed to knit hats for friends. And I
I knit my mother
a sweater in Mission Falls 1824 cotton. I used grandma's
needles and it made me feel better. I made scarves. I knit
hats for more friends.
hadn't realized the comfort and solace knitting provided
me. I realize it
now. Quilting feels like work but knitting is like breathing.
that brings us to now. Knitty. When I started my blog last
year, I didn't realize how a passing mention of knitting
would bring other knitters out of their lurk.
They wrote me and invited me in. There are a lot of us.
We share patterns
and knitting secrets. We inspire and encourage each other.
soon occurred to me that we needed a like-minded knitting
the web. One with a sense of humour. And one that took advantage
of the changes in the craft of knitting
over the last 15 years -- both in the people who knit and
creating. In 1985, Pingouin was as revolutionary as you
Pingouin is gone now, but with its heir, Phildar, and magazines
knitting is not.
I hoped, Knitty seemed to be exactly what online knitters
wanted, too. My call for submissions was enthusiastically
received and the result is the magazine you're now reading.
I hope you'll find something in its pages that you just
have to knit. And when you do, e-mail
me a picture and we'll display it proudly in our gallery.
you for stopping by. Tell your friends. We knitters have
to stick together.