Crafting accessories in luscious materials: a sexier way to say knitting with really nice yarn. Yes, I knit. So far never in a rocking chair or with my hair in a bun; often by the fire in Maine, taking up half the couch with my stray skeins of yarn and Vogue Knitting book. I find texture swatches I like and translate them to scarves. Every year, my mother and I visit String Theory, a Blue Hill shop selling luxurious hand-dyed yarns in variegated jewel- and earth-tones. I love their vivid cashmere-blend Caper Aran yarns—extra-plush and washable, too.
Knitting qualifies as what my friends Sasha and Grant would call “slow-dorking.” Slow-dork activities include quilting, jigsaw puzzles, whittling, model trains, stamp collecting, ship-in-a-bottle, cross-stitch, macramé, etc. Whereas fast-dorking is video games, computers—nerdy pastimes that skew younger and require reflexes, or at least typing. At this point I should probably confess that I’ve also been known to needlepoint—the folk-art-animals variety, not the aphorism-on-a-pillow thing—but still definitely slow-dork. (We came up with this taxonomy while waiting late one summer night to get into The Clock, a 24-hour exhibit using movie clips that mention or display the time, from high-speed action to midnight rendezvous, to chronicle every minute of a day.)
The feature photo is a scarf I knitted for Philip. And here’s one I just started. I love the honeycomb-ish effect of this pattern, a two-by-two broken rib:
Yarn for future projects:
At String Theory:
Read more about our time in Maine here.