When I was 14, my mom's friend, an older auntie*, sat me on a chair in her living room and taught me how to knit. I don't remember if I had requested to learn or if she had decided it was a necessary skill for young girl like me. Either way, I found myself on a Saturday afternoon, trying with little luck to pick up some dropped stitches. All the while auntie reclined on her loveseat and chatted ... keep reading >>