"Remember when I was in Junior High and you were trying to show me how to crochet, what you said about the yarn going through your fingers little by little until it had wound all through your hands and into what you were making?"

"Mmhm. And how invisible parts of me, skin and sweat, were twisted and knotted into the afghan or hat or scarf."

"I think about that now when I spin wool and then knit it into something. I feel like I'm starting at the beginning making the yarn itself from my body and the wool. Well, not the beginning. But deeper in the process. I'm more a part of the sweater Ben's wearing. It's like he's wearing me."



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