When I was twelve my aunt taught me how to knit. We went to Sears and bought some white acrylic yarn and a Paton’s pattern for V-neck sweater. This was the seventies so I had no intention of wearing a white sweater, but I finished it and it sat in my drawer.

At nineteen, I learned to spin and began producing massive amounts of yarn. So I started to knit again. This time I used an Elizabeth Zimmerman book for guidance.

I love the act of knitting. It’s both soothing and exciting. When I knit a person a gift, I feel every stitch is infused with my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes. I still have the very first sweater that I knit out of my handspun — it’s ugly, but maybe one day someone else will wear it.