title: Knit with Love: Stories to Warm a Knitter's Heart
author: Lisa Bogart
description: <b>"As an avid knitter and yarn-aholic, I devoured this book in one sitting and came away inspired, encouraged, and eager to reach for my needles."--Debbie Macomber, </b><b><i>New York Times</i></b><b> bestselling author<br /></b><br />The rhythm of knitting brings peace and joy to life. Knitters love to share stories, skills, and even their stashes of elegant yarn. And they love finding new outlets for their talents. <br /><br />Knitting can't feed the hungry, fight crime, or stop global warming. But a hand-knit sweater warms a cold child. A cozy scarf eases a homeless night. A tiny hat comforts a new baby's head. A lovely prayer shawl wraps a worried patient in peace. <br /><br />Through inspiring stories and gentle encouragement, <i>Knit with Love </i>reveals the many ways you can, with your own two hands, bring joy and comfort to those around you. <br /><b><br />Lisa Bogart</b> is a knitter, weaver, and scrapbooker with a degree in Fine Arts from Colorado State University. She works at Piedmont Yarn &amp; Apparel in Oakland, California, and belongs to three knitting circles.
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  For R and S, with love
  
  
  
  
  
  chapter 1
  
  > > as long as she lived
  
  The rain fell in sideways sheets, cold and relentless, the winds whipping it
  in every direction, making an umbrella, slicker, and rain boots nearly
  useless. Not that Andy had any of those things. Her two-hundred-dollar
  Burberry umbrella had refused to open and finally snapped when she tried to
  force it; the cropped rabbit jacket with the oversize collar and no hood
  cinched fabulously around her waist but did nothing to stop the bone-chilling
  cold; and the brand-new stacked suede Prada pumps cheered her with their poppy
  fuchsia color but left the better part of her foot exposed. Even her skinny
  leggings left her legs feeling naked, the wind making the leather feel as
  protective as a pair of silk stockings. Already the fifteen inches that had
  blanketed New York were beginning to melt into a slushy gray mess, and Andy
  wished for the thousandth time that she lived anywhere but here