knitting

Turning the Heel: A Rite of Passage

My Oma, Egbertine, was the eldest of seven children. She was born during The Great War, in 1917. By 1924, her mother Jantje (I’m named after her) relied heavily on […]

I just spent half an hour detangling some seriously knotted yarn. Yarn detangling isn’t boring; it’s just tedious. It’s interesting to note just how tangled your yarn is, and wonder […]