Quotes About Yarn

In the grand scheme of stories, he was nothing, almost an unmentionable, for he was not an odd character or an interesting one. He was a thread, one of many, without which the tapestry would crumble, the yarn fray, and the tale unravel.

I feel like my mind is a sweater.And a loose thread get's tugged at, pulled and pulled until the sweater unravels and there's only a big fluffy pile of yarn. you can make something with that with it, that pile of yarn, but it will never be a sweater again. that's the state of things p.91

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach.

I think I'm always drawn to a good story

Kittens play with yarn, they bat it around. What they're really doing is saying, "I can't knit, get this away from me!"

And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there, Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yarn confess The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.

Time flies when you're talking about wishes and yarn.

Tie telltales (made from yarn) to the shrouds as high up as possible.

Pass by the synthetic yarn department, then, with your nose in the air. Should a clerk come out with the remark that All Young Mothers In This Day and Age (why can't they save their breath and say now?) insist on a yarn which can be machine-washed and machine-dried, come back at her with the reply that one day, you suppose, they will develop a baby that can be machine-washed and -dried.

Frog it?" he asked. "Rip-it! Rip-it!" She made the motion of pulling the live end of the yarn as she said it, and Cassidy gave an exasperated sigh.

Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it's simple as breathing for both.

Decidió darle utilidad al estambre en lugar de desperdiciarlo y rabiosamente tejió y lloró, y lloró y tejió, hasta que en la madrugada terminó la colcha y se la echó encima. De nada sirvió. Ni esa noche ni muchas otras mientras vivió logró controlar el frí

I'd like to go to all the knitting shops," Doria said. "I want to see some rustic, hand-pulled yarn. I would also like to see some colonial fabrics, and, if possible, I would like to have some contact with a loom.

I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.

I scattered J.Lo's tools around the car, searching for some kind of rope, or something that could be used like a rope. I should have paid more attention to anything that looked like a pencil sharpener made of lemon Jell-O that, when cranked, would spit out superstrong yarn that smelled like ginger ale. I only mention this because J.Lo really did have such a thing.

One story is good, till another is told.

SABLE- A common knitting acronym that stands for Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.

Asha leans forward. "Hello." She waves to Ian. "Hey there." "Asha, my agent," Lark says, "Ian, my old buddy. He owns the yarn and tea store." "That sounds unbearably charming," Asha says. "It's painfully twee," Ian agrees. "I fucking love it.

She was making a shawl for the child. The knitting was so intricate that it looked like one of the wedding veils worn in his grandparents' day. Then, the women had said the yarn should be so fine that you should be able to pull the veil through a wedding ring.

A spinning stash is much more complex than a knitting stash. It is like the first mother goddess. Everything comes from it, and nothing happens without it. You can't have yarn without the fiber. (From the essay 'Spinning Stash')

If she could rewind the timeline, untwist it and roll it back the other way like a ball of wool, she'd see the knots in the yarn, the warning signs. Looking at it backward it was obvious all along.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our own virtues.

To me, the highlight of the event is watching a reenactor in a long striped dress sitting alone on a blanket, winding yarn. Absorbed in the task of wrapping strands of wool around her hand, she never looks up. Watching her is so mesmerizing and oddly sacred that it never occurs to me to interrupt her and ask her name or how she got into the yarn-winding reenactment biz, maybe because she isn't recreating; she is creating.