It feels a little funny to be recapping a year of knitting here, because while I have certainly been knitting the whole year long, it's really only been four months since Cedar Chest Knits launched in earnest. I began my Instagram account and regular posts in this space after we moved to Asia, just in … Continue reading 2016 review, 2017 dreams
When I came up with the idea of knitting my autobiography of sorts, one of the most compelling things for me was thinking about how I could share this idea with others. I am very fond of my designs, and I do hope others will knit them! But I totally recognize that you are not … Continue reading A How-To Guide for creating your own Cedar Chest Knits.
I am the worst secret-keeper. Well, at least about things that are mine to share! By now you know that this sweater was actually a surprise gift for my best friend's little girl, and not mine. Most people would just wait to share anything until the gift was given. But I am a chronic over-sharer, and … Continue reading Thoughts from a birthday cardi
I find myself making these mental lists all the time... things I will miss, things I will not. What will I long for when this year is over and I'm back in my Mountain Hometown? And what things will cause me to kiss that mountain dirt for gladness that it's all behind me? Some days … Continue reading Things I will miss, things I will not.
THE STORY I remember with vivid clarity the first time I drove into Blacksburg, Virginia. I was a senior in college and Bryan and I were a little over one month into our dating relationship. It was the weekend of his birthday, and I climbed into my car at 8pm on a Thursday to begin the … Continue reading Blacksburg, as a hat.
I alluded to the transient nature of my childhood in my last post, but wanted to share a little more insight into who I am and where exactly I'm headed in this knitting autobiography. I don't suppose my story is more exciting, traumatic, or important than the next, but I do think there is great … Continue reading A brief history
I remember as a child lingering over the open lid of my mother’s cedar chest; the sharp, aged smell of precious wood filling the room. It was an infrequent luxury– opening the chest– as such ceremony was limited to special occasions that warranted old pictures or costumes or keepsakes. But the memory is crisp and … Continue reading What is it about Cedar Chests?