My mother was kept very busy with her sewing; sometimes she would have another woman helping her.
I don't know how to knit.
I preferred sewing to bossing little children.
A big iron needle stitching the country together.
So for years I kept mum about my passion for needle arts.
My mum taught me to knit when I was a child, and I turn to it, for some weird reason, when I'm feeling depressed.
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.
My father was a tailor, my mother a machinist.
When I was a child I loved my dolls and I was practically born with a needle in my hand. I really had an aptitude for sewing - my mother taught me. I even learned to embroider when I was very young and I made the most fantastic dresses for my dolls. So I thought I could be a designer.
My mother was a seamstress, so making clothes was not something you would willingly go into.
I am not someone who has hobbies. I have tried knitting, and I can't figure it out.
When I was 35, all of a sudden I thought maybe it'd be nice to knit a sweater.
Honey, have you ever seen a man knitting socks?
You don't knit because you are patient. You are patient because you knit
When I was growing up, all the women in my house were using needles. I've always had a fascination with the needle, the magic power of the needle. The needle is used to repair damage. It's a claim to forgiveness. It is never aggressive, it's not a pin.
A piece of fabric can get me going.
I like to work a lot with wood. I make furniture that falls apart. I also sew.
If I want to calm down, I'll buy some fabric, get a pattern, shut myself in a room and stay there for days, really happy. And at the end of it, you get a bedspread or some curtains or something to wear - it's lovely.
Mum had a job fitting upholstery into cars, but, in the evenings, she worked as a seamstress.
From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.
Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again.
As a kid, I always used to make clothes. My grandmother made everything with me - she taught me how to knit.
What do you like to do?” She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. “Needlework.” “Very restful, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Arya, “not the way I do it.
To sew is to pray. Men don't understand this. They see the whole but they don't see the stitches. They don't see the speech of the creator in the work of the needle.
Someday, I'm going to learn to knit with my feet.
