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Unraveling Urban Artemis


Along with an aversion to endlessly long scarves, I also developed an aversion early on to sweaters. Partly because of the prescribed path of scarf - hat - sweater - stop, and partly because I couldn't find any that fit me and I didn't have the technical skill necessary to modify. So I channeled all that energy into a passion for skirts (of which there are very few good knit ones).

The first design I submitted for publication was the Farmer's Market Skirt (still one of my favorites, and still worn regularly). Wearing it did (and does) give me a boost of confidence - I wore it while giving a speech to the board members of the National Needlearts Association about their recently expanded internship program and how the expansion benefited me, and the next summer when the editor of Vogue Knitting magazine, where I was working, recognized it (and me) from the speech the year before.

So when they sent me to Purl Soho near our office to fetch yarn and I went back after I got off work to get some yarn for myself, I decided the best thing to make would be a skirt. I chose some beautiful yarn that I hadn't seen anywhere else, heavy enough that it wouldn't blow up over the subway grates, but still fluid and flattering.

I went with simple stripes so that I could work on it on the train during my daily commute, or in the evenings while watching TV with my roommate, and I finished it just in time for fall. Find Urban Artemis here and get it for free through the end of the month with coupon code write31days. And check back tomorrow for the story behind a much smaller skirt, Shake!




This is day four of my series 31 Days of Unraveling Designs - check here for intro and post list!

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Unknown said…
I love this skirt. It never occurred to me before I knew you to wear anything knitted that wasn't a scarf or sweater. - Marie (mlsgregg.com)

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