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Don't mix your knitting with your politics

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  But do you see a theme in the photos in this post? Three generations of Trudeaus in Cowichan sweaters. Pierre wore his sweater in this 1981 Christmas card photo. It’s only one of several pictures I’ve seen of him in his sweater. The part of this I like so much is that his sweater is not new. His wardrobe people didn’t choose something for him for this widely distributed photo. Pierre reached into his closet for something comfortable, something Canadian, something he loved—of course it would be his reliable old Cowichan sweater. We were so impressed by his choice...

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Sweaters are a family affair

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Knitting and sweater stories are often about families and my story is no different. My Auntie Freda taught me to knit when I was about 12. My mother-in-law Laura Olsen taught me about the hard work of making wool and knitting to pay the bills and feed the kids. My (then) husband Carl and I operated Mt. Newton Indian Sweaters for 15 years or so. And now I help my kids Adam and Joni, in the family business, Salish Fusion. I’ve already told you about our amazing road-trip team—Diane Morriss and Sono Nis Press did the organization for the workshops...

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A preview of the road trip

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Driving from Victoria to St John’s was one thing. Driving north to NWT and the Yukon just didn’t fit into the schedule. Our country is too big for a six-week road trip. Thanks to the librarians in Fort Smith and Hay River I was on a book tour last week and was able to fit in a knitting stop. It was like an hors d’oeuvre to what is shaping up to be an amazing banquet of knitting experiences.  Thank you Rosie Wallington for a great dinner of slow cooked caribou and homegrown carrots, and for a gathering of knitters. Later...

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Learn a cool new colourwork technique

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Knitting has taken a bad rap over the years. It was what grannies did with gaudy yarn and then gifted to their grandchildren. Who hasn’t bit their tongue and said, “Granny I love it,” and then secretly wondered where you were going to hide it. When I was in Los Angeles a few years ago I met a man in the hotel who asked what I was doing in his city. “I’m presenting at the knitting conference,” I said. He looked shocked. “You don’t look like a knitter,” he said. I knew he meant it as a compliment, but in...

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