Because I’ve been knitting since I was eight, I’m pretty much capable of making anything I can dream up. I once knit a ‘husband’ for my best friend who, though older, was unmarried at the time of my own wedding and pining for her own beau. I’ve knit whole song lyrics into scarves for my mother, a Cyclops eye into a poncho for my brother, a breast hat that reads “milk” for my newborn son, and self-portraits of myself to send through the mail to friends in need. I’ve used t-shirts and even guitar strings instead of yarn. Once I woke up in the middle of the night with an idea for a multitonal dress that insisted I pick up my needles at once and not put down my needles until the following evening when I wore that dress out to dinner with friends.

Knitting is so second nature to me that I’m shocked people find it funny I’m knitting while rehearsing for a tour, literally singing into a mic mid stich or that I’m churning out a hat while also shopping for a toaster.