My grandmother taught me the art of patience, guiding awkward childish fingers to draw a loop around a needle, keep going until too-tight, sweat-soaked wool became a square.
Knit was the basic stitch, purl soon followed as we explored more complicated structures, more colourful and different designs until, together, we conjured up a rainbow from cheap or unravelled yarn.
Later, at parties, the knitter in the corner was me, sipping wine and smoking roll-ups while creating fashion furiously.
I got a kick from casting on; colour, ply and texture played their part, and the pattern was important, involving much searching of the heart.
Mornings are for writing any time of the year. Early light and birds inspire images and words but, in winter, when draughts catch me unawares, a growing woollen item keeps me warm.
Although my fingers aren’t as nimble, I love the comfort of the click, counting stitches and rows; Looping and slipping yarn is therapy for me, and I like to think it keeps me on my toes.
Kim M. Russell, 30th July 2026

I took an old poem from April 2025 and reworked it as a six-sentence story for Denise’s Six Sentence Story Prompt. The prompt word, ‘yarn’ was given last Sunday, “to use in a story, next scene, soc or portion of poetry in exactly 6 sentences.” The rules are easy to follow: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
I absolutely love this one, Kim. Thank you! ♥️😍
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Thank you so much, Amy!
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My grandmother gave me a love for music. She handed me the keys to lifelong enjoyment through sound. My daughter like you was taught by her grandmother the art of crochet. She has started a group teaching others the art.
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I think knitting and crocheting are coming back into fashion, Joseph. I wish the same thing would happen with ither handcrafts.
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I’m a keen knitter too
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I think it will happen. There is coming a shift in our culture that I think will restore much of what has been “lost”.
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Lovely sheep! I like the rhymes in some of the paragraphs : )
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Thank you Catherin.
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I love the blanket. Sadly, I was never taught to knit and neither was my wife, and so my three children don’t have the gift. One day perhaps I might throw caution to the wind and have a go.
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Thank you, Julian. Knitting and crocheting are becoming popular again, and people are joining knitting classes and circles. Very creative and practical – you can use and wear items, or give them as presents.
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There are tutorials for everything on youtube nowadays…give it a go!
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Beautiful written Kim 💜
And the blanket is so beautiful 😍
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Thank you, Maggie!
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although I don’t knit, I totally identify with: “Mornings are for writing any time of the year…“
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Clark.
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What an pretty blanket! Aww, sweet… 🐑
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Thanks Chris!
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What an amazing blanket! I once began learning to crochet, but did not keep up with it. Your poem encapsulates the therapeutic serenity that can be found in repetitive motion. Especially in “the comfort of the click, counting stitches and rows; Looping and slipping yarn”
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Thank you, Melissa. Sadly, Ellen washed it and it shrank, just before Louie was born, so I had to knit another, different one.
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Ahw, oh no! Well, at least he had one.
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Since he got his big boy’s bed he has two!
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I like the thought of conjuring up a rainbow from cheap or unravelled yarn.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Thank you for putting this image in my head: Later, at parties, the knitter in the corner was me, sipping wine and smoking roll-ups while creating fashion furiously.
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It’s a beautiful blanket, and what a heritage your grandmother left you.
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Thank you very much!
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