It’s been a while since I stood at the front of a knitting circle, watching that mix of excitement and hesitation as someone holds needles for the first time. Teaching again has reminded me of something I’d forgotten — that moment when someone’s hands finally find the rhythm. I didn’t expect to feel the same spark I had years ago, but it’s there. Maybe even stronger this time. The First Stitch Is Always the Hardest There’s a beautiful awkwardness in the beginning — yarn slipp

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When entering a yarn shop, you’re immersed in an array of colors, textures, and fibers. It’s easy to get swept away by the beauty of the...