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		<title>By: Courtney</title>
		<link>http://twin-knit.com/2006/02/13/late/#comment-30</link>
		<author>Courtney</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 15:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>About a year ago, I was visiting some knitting friends in Portland, OR and they had this huge basket of yarn in their living room.  It was so pretty.  I wanted to have a huge basket of yarn at my house too, but it seemed like a good idea to learn to knit first.  As soon as I got home, I got myself a copy of Stitch 'n Bitch, some blue Red Heart, and a pair of US8 aluminum needles.  I was hooked immediately and I can't stop knitting.  I also love yarn more than is really reasonable.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About a year ago, I was visiting some knitting friends in Portland, OR and they had this huge basket of yarn in their living room.  It was so pretty.  I wanted to have a huge basket of yarn at my house too, but it seemed like a good idea to learn to knit first.  As soon as I got home, I got myself a copy of Stitch &#8216;n Bitch, some blue Red Heart, and a pair of US8 aluminum needles.  I was hooked immediately and I can&#8217;t stop knitting.  I also love yarn more than is really reasonable.</p>
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		<title>By: Bitterknitter</title>
		<link>http://twin-knit.com/2006/02/13/late/#comment-31</link>
		<author>Bitterknitter</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 21:32:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>It's in my genes.  My great grandmother used to keep a ball of yarn in the pocket of her apron and walk around the house knitting socks, I'm told.  My grandmother knit parts of nordic sweaters for Marshall Fields, my mother knits, and now me.  My daughters have already started attempting to knit, and they aren't even three years old yet!  Knitting just makes me happy, I enjoy it for its utility and its beauty, but also for the process itself.  (Wow!  I got all rambly there!  Oops!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-Lisa</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s in my genes.  My great grandmother used to keep a ball of yarn in the pocket of her apron and walk around the house knitting socks, I&#8217;m told.  My grandmother knit parts of nordic sweaters for Marshall Fields, my mother knits, and now me.  My daughters have already started attempting to knit, and they aren&#8217;t even three years old yet!  Knitting just makes me happy, I enjoy it for its utility and its beauty, but also for the process itself.  (Wow!  I got all rambly there!  Oops!)</p>
<p>-Lisa</p>
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