Here in the Great White North when frost etches our
windows and the snow blankets our homes we don't cower inside. We put on our wool socks, long johns, sweaters, tuques and mitts; wrap ourselves a few times in the giant scarf Nan knit Grampa the year they were married, and step out onto frozen slopes, streets, and ponds to embrace the crisp joys of winter.
Canadian knitters know the pure cold of a February wind, the twinkle of tiny crystal light across a crisp new snowfall, and the haunting beauty of the Northern Lights dancing above an evergreen forest. We are inspired by the landscapes in which we live, by the artistry of the knitters who came before us, and by the designers who make the patterns we enjoy and the yarns we love. Through the magic of our craft we transform simple necessity into the extraordinary art of knitting.
I am Fiona Stevenson, and I am a Canadian Knitter!